Holy Gust

Fresh from Pentecost, our celebration moved to lunch in the Rectory garden, with views to the coast, for inspiration. Spread on tablecloths we'd hardly begun the quiche, ham, tomatoes, salad, or pies when a westerly gust lifted our fare – cloths and paper plates with lettuce and fries. We reached out to grab our lunch from the air! So rising to the challenge we gathered and ate as fast as we could, in laughter sharing fragments of what had been scattered, at one as we'd been before the Altar. Such was the tease of the Holy Spirit to which we responded I felt with credit.