Sunday, 8 April 2012

Easter Sunday...

This morning i went to Easter sunday service, our reverand Christine, told the story of Easter sunday, how mary magdalene found the tomb open and when she looked in, it was empty, how must she have felt? after she had alerted the disciples, they came to see for themselves,then, left for home leaving mary magdalene at the tomb heartbroken, jesus appeared, asking her why she was crying, she did not recognise him, thinking he was the gardener!
Our reverand has away of telling a story, i looked around our little church, it was a full house, of all ages. We were silent while the story was being told, christine does Gods work with such emotion and understanding.
At the end of service, holy communion was held, as i knelt before her, i looked up to her and her smile was heart warming, kindness in a smile is a wonderful act.
I felt so lifted after leaving our humble little church, there has been a church of some kind on this site for a thousand years, part of the church today, dates back to normandy times.
Louie and i went for our meal this afternoon. the food was the best i have had in a long time.
We were kind of hijacked by this funny older couple that live in our village, they are so funny, i do not think they know how they come across to people, they are like a comedy act. I enjoy their company, sweet kind people. x