surrounded by clouds

On Palm Sunday.

Clock-changing day: love falling back, hate springing forward.

Palm Sunday though, and that’s good.

We had a sermon on the crucifixion today. It’s always hard to hear, but still the best news there is. All the pain and suffering and mocking and darkness is because of me; but the final, victory cry means that it’s over, and I’m safe, and loved, and free.

It is finished.

We also sang a proper old-school hymn, and a brilliant one at that.

How’s this for a chorus?

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

In summary: clinging and cherishing, while being cherished and clung to.

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