Looking out of the window early this morning, the trees were shrouded in mist. It looked like the sun would burn off the moisture and we would be in for a fine day. Yesterday afternoon I had assembled a picnic bench bought at Tring Auction Rooms earlier in the day, and the sun was fierce as I hammered carriage bolts and put together the heavy pine. The weather did not oblige, and we set out for the ecumenical service at the Methodist Chapel in light rain.
The service was led by Derek Witchell, and I preached on the subject of Discipleship. The churches join with the Methodist congregation on the fifth Sunday of every month, and there is a lot of other shared activity throughout the week which is very welcome in these days when even the Church of England has difficulty meeting together, let alone across different denominations.