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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Thursday, October 10, 2002
    Flashes of now
     
    Moments of sudden illumination. Like, at yesterday's school assembly, in mid-flow realising that I was standing talking to 300-or-more teenagers and they were, mostly, listening closely to me. As if my words meant something. It made me take my own words more seriously as I spilled them out of my mouth, projecting to the distant corners of the chapel.

    Attentive moments are rare. I spend so much mental energy either planning ahead ("who's this baptism couple I'm about to visit?") or retreading old ground ("I hope that couple didn't notice I'd forgotten their names...")

    Thank God for these occasional flashes of now. For light presence. The shock of truth. Today, walking alongside the park I noticed as if for the first time, that the autumn trees had a light of their own; without the aid of sun, they were shining. Stopped me in my tracks. Made me feel alive.