so I don't think I got beyond day 34... I feel a bit like Lucy, finding herself at the back of a wardrobe, where she thought she was simply playing among old fur coats, only to find her feet walking on snow in another world. For now church has walked through a door into another world of practice: the foreign place of social media, videotography, morning and evening prayers live on face book, this has become home. How we inhabit church, How we care for one another the way we can say goodbye is a door into a world unrecognizable from what we've known before. Come Monday I'll be joining the chaplaincy team at the Louisa Jordan hospital in Glasgow, working two days a week. So I'm not sue when I'll get back here regularly. until I do, this is what I'm travelling with this Easter. The whole direction of reality is about the Fathers love for the Son and the Son's love for the Father, and everything that is, is an emanation of that love, a redemption towards that love, a joyful participation in that love which as we give ourselves to it makes us more ourselves and not less. I can only joyfully discover who I am when who I am is completely given over to that love - this the losing of ourselves to find ourselves, that allows talk of love being stronger than death to be more than just fanciful rhetoric, but the blissful truth it actually is. Keep well everyone. Go in the knowledge you are known by God and God can only know by loving.