Having had no car of my own has altered the pattern of holy week a lot. I did have a courtesy car for three days, so managed to get to the ecumenical service on Wednesday. There was the beginnings of a conversation about the theology of penal substitution in the car afterwards.
However I had another eye test scheduled for Thursday, so for the first time in I do not know how many years missed the Maundy Eucharist and striping of the altars. I gave tea to the kind friend who drove me home (eye drops make driving impossible) so could not even spend the evening with the key texts as I had intended.
Today, a Eucharist from the reserve sacrament was scheduled at 10.30 to avoid clashing with ecumenical services. One of those stellar services where one feels the angels are worshipping in the church and will not permit as much as a foot fall to be misplaced. Very simple, it was just perfect in atmosphere and execution.
But then off to collect the new car -and what with getting there, getting tax disk and petrol – it was three pm before I got home and I missed even private prayer for the last hour of the cross.
I might as well continue with a strange pattern, so instead of pretending it is now 1pm, I am going to pray a little, clean up a little, cook a little, and then take the last of hours of the evening in an electricity-less house, as suggested for the week’s exercise on the prayer group ‘Hermione’s Heaven’.
Take a look at it, and if anybody feels like joining – I’ll send you an invitation.