Sunday devotions
Yesterday, for the first time I think EVER in Oxford, I went to church for morning communion. It was a little more high church than I was expecting, I have to admit - complete with incense (which I stank of for the rest of the day) but thankfully it was a large church so it didn't get so cloying that I passed out.
Church had an odd effect - there was that calming sense of right that there always is, but of course it also gave me time to think, and therefore get teary-eyed. Thankfully my friend Patrick was there singing in the choir, and came over to give me a big hug in the peace and spent a while talking after the service, which made things bearable. I was introduced to the choir master after the service (his wife, having sat behind me, had clocked the voice) and asked to consult on a Welsh piece that they want to do on or around St David's Day, which could be quite fun.
It's a shame really that I have to cox of a Sunday morning, as I think it'd be really nice to go regularly and sing in the choir - I might have to see if I can work out a once a month scheme with the boys, where'd I'd do first outing on a Sunday morning, and then leave to go to church. In fact, that might be a very very good plan.
Speaking of Welsh, I spent the afternoon in the other devotion common to the Welsh; watching the rugby, if you hadn't guessed! Bit of an odd afternoon, as I was at home alone, yelling at the TV (getting frustrated at a team who play very very pretty rugby, but can't actually seem to SCORE) while wrapped up in a duvet - sort of a queer mixture of feeling sorry for myself and having a nice day all day really.
Church had an odd effect - there was that calming sense of right that there always is, but of course it also gave me time to think, and therefore get teary-eyed. Thankfully my friend Patrick was there singing in the choir, and came over to give me a big hug in the peace and spent a while talking after the service, which made things bearable. I was introduced to the choir master after the service (his wife, having sat behind me, had clocked the voice) and asked to consult on a Welsh piece that they want to do on or around St David's Day, which could be quite fun.
It's a shame really that I have to cox of a Sunday morning, as I think it'd be really nice to go regularly and sing in the choir - I might have to see if I can work out a once a month scheme with the boys, where'd I'd do first outing on a Sunday morning, and then leave to go to church. In fact, that might be a very very good plan.
Speaking of Welsh, I spent the afternoon in the other devotion common to the Welsh; watching the rugby, if you hadn't guessed! Bit of an odd afternoon, as I was at home alone, yelling at the TV (getting frustrated at a team who play very very pretty rugby, but can't actually seem to SCORE) while wrapped up in a duvet - sort of a queer mixture of feeling sorry for myself and having a nice day all day really.