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I travelled to Derry today with a friend to attend the funeral of a mutual friend’s mother.  May she rest in peace.

I enjoyed the journey, not least because I enjoy the company of my friend though we don’t meet that often or communicate very much.  He’s one of those good friends that you feel you were talking to five minutes ago, even though weeks or months might have passed since you met or spoke.  I always see that as a good sign of friendship.

On the journey we talked about different things and laughed too.  I told him a story that I liked and then went to explain it to him.  I didn’t get far in the explanation ….

“Leave me with it”, he said “I can join the dots”!!

Joining the dots!  I hadn’t thought of that in years.  Those little images we’d get as children and follow the dots until the picture was revealed.  The dots had disappeared but the fullness of the intended image remained.

LENTEN THOUGHT:  From Palm Sunday to Easter Sunday – let us “join the dots”, so that the fullness of the story may be revealed.

By Vincent