Blessings from Heaven

Sunday was a joint service at Christ Church, followed by lunch.  Yours truly was down to lead the intercessions. Unlike last week, I remembered to print them off and take them with me.

According to the order of service, the intercessions were supposed to follow on seamlessly after the sermon. I had a bit of a heart attack moment, when the Vicar said "Amen" about 5 mins in. I thought he had finished speaking and was poised to leap to my feet, in an understated Anglican sort of way. Fortunately, I realised that he was just emphasising a point, before I left my seat....

It was good to worship together as a parish, and to share lunch afterwards. The service was a joint effort, with folks from all three churches taking part in a beautiful fusion of traditional and modern worship.

Twin poops

Afterwards we came out to discover that we had accidentally parked our car under the flight path between the sports hall and the shopping centre. Our car now fully displayed the evidence, on the windscreen, the bonnet, the roof, the doors (both sides).  No part of the visible exterior of the car was left unscathed.  Note the 'blessings' on the windscreen, and the row of birds lined up above the silver car, ready to carry out their next round of target practice. Bizarrely, the car next to us appeared unscathed. Perhaps they thought a green Jaguar posed a greater threat, that a benign blue Ford.

Queueing for a turn at target practice.

A close up of the birds on the roof...





DH was definitely not amused, to the extent that when we got home, he went and got soapy water and a cloth. Still, at least the car got an unexpected clean!