But here in the Advent-darkened room
Where the dry black bread and the sugarless tea
Of penance will charm back the luxury
Of a child’s soul
When the sun went down today it got really cold, really quickly. I was standing at the side of a rugby pitch watching my 10 year old. Now we’re back indoors, the sky is Advent-darkened winter, the fire is lit and the scones are freshly baked.
Curiously I remember all those places of rebellion that Ade mentioned in prayers this morning; India, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Thailand, Iraq. Oh for the luxury of a child’s soul on this the First Sunday of Advent.