We celebrated Mary Magdalene today in All Saints Church in the centre of Hereford, not in the birdsong quiet of Holy T but among the lunchtime bustle of the busy cafe in the back of the nave. As I listened to the firm, light voice of the celebrant - it must have been arduous for her - I thought of the people straining to hear the precious words of Christ. And somehow it seemed fitting - though I would never have thought it would. A good day, under a baking sun.
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