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As I walked to the church this morning, I was struck by the presence of the moon over the Parish Church. It was as if it were inviting me to make that journey and to raise the Host from the Altar, though the church would be empty. It was saying to me, perhaps, that it had done its work through the night even when nobody was watching.

Behind me, the sun shone through the still bare branches of the trees that are around my house. It too seemed to be saying, “I’m here as well and will shine whether people notice or not.”

As I looked at the moon and walked nearer the church, the moon looked as if it were about to rest gently on the church’s roof. I stopped to take this in and then noticed birds around the Cross on the church and the makings of a nest on the pinnacle. Then the birds came into view.

It all seemed so right and so far removed from the reality we are all trying to live right now. The hope remains that these days will pass and that just as Sun and Moon tend to their daily and necessary tasks, so must we.

We can do this!

Happy New Year.

By Vincent