Sunlight

We had an amazing Pentecost morning at church in the sunshine.

One amazing thing (given that this is England) was the sunshine of course.  But also that we were in it, not passing through it on our way to church.  For we were outdoors.

Another amazing thing was the size of the congregation - many times the usual size.  This was because church this once had no label save the name of the town and the verb Love.

Love Wycombe was a momentary release from the silly institutional complexity that passes for the church of Jesus Christ two thousand years on.

Surely none of us who were there - especially in church leadership -  were foolish enough to think that dozens of churches giving up their morning worship to be in one place at one time is the way church is going to be any time soon.

Surely none of us who were there were foolish enough not to think that this is the future when the Head of the Church makes us finally and fully his own.