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Our March Pastoral Letter
       is prov   ided by
       Anne Squires

       I am writing this in mid-April, but by the time you read this, we will
       have shared in the excitement of Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem to the
       acclaim of the crowd, His final teachings for the disciples, His
       fervent prayer in Gethsemane, His acceptance of His Father’s will,
       His agony on the Cross and His glorious resurrection. It is a story
       we know well, but the disciples must have experienced so many
       emotions during that week.

       I wonder is that why the disciples gathered in the Upper Room
       following Jesus’ crucifixion? They were devastated and hopeless,
       their dreams destroyed, but also confused by Mary’s claim to have
       seen the Lord, which they could not believe. Did they hope to gain
       support from other disciples whom they knew well and trusted? Of
       course, something even more wonderful happened when Jesus
       appeared among them, and they knew that Mary had told them the
       truth.

       John and I have recently joined a meditation group in Hertfordshire
       with people of faith and others.  Last week in the discussion
       following on from the meditation, someone asked why Christians
       concentrate on the light but have little to encourage people dealing
       with dark times in their lives. A severely paralysed lady with many
       problems eventually managed to comment that, when she is alone
       in her flat, time goes slowly but the hour we spend together in silent
       meditation passes very quickly.

       It reminded me of a time soon after I met John, when we had been
       to a party held on Midsummer’s eve, at the end of an amateur
       dramatic play I was in. John drove us down to the coast in Sussex
       and we arrived as dawn broke and walked down the glen to a
       secluded cove as the sun rose. We spent the day on the rocks
       watching the tide drop and rise again over the beach. Later in the
       day John turned to me and said, “I like doing nothing with you”.  At
       the time I wasn’t sure it was a compliment, and wondered what he
       meant, but over the last 50 years I have come to understand more.

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