Moving

Somewhere else (1:38) 

I found myself this Sunday evening worshipping with folk from Holy Nativity Church, Mixenden. For those who don't know, Mixenden is north of Halifax in the wonderful ancient county of Yorkshire - and the accents were beautifully local. As I watched I was transported to another place, to 'somewhere else', and it was marvellous: familiar yet strange, comforting yet challenging, simple yet thoughtful. Just what I needed.

Jesus was keen not to get trapped in one type of tradition or one set of accents or one group of faces. He was ready to move on as his Father moved him, to go somewhere else, to taste something new. Are we?



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