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

    Sunday, April 20, 2003
    Easter Day
     
    It was a 5am start but probably too late in the day to catch the best of the daybreak. The birds were singing out Easter greetings all the way up to the churchyard. Eighteen of us turned up to add our hoarser voices to the chorus. Gathered between the blossoming trees, being themselves: "A tree gives glory to God by being a tree ... the more a tree is like itself, the more it is like him," wrote Thomas Merton.

    Then into town to do the Sixty-Second Sermon on Wayne Clarke's Daybreak programme at the laughably late hour of 8am... the day seemed half-over by then.

    A slow, meandering riverside drive back home in time to put the finishing touches to the next presentation: an Easter Day Meditation at the 10.00 service. Which involved daft games with a plastic chicken and unforeseen moments of quiet devotion for a large Easter-family-gathering congregation.

    And then home again, to collapse for the afternoon with Pebbles, Vol.1, raising my aching head only to perceive the identity of the 'top mid-80s band' performing the album's closing 'surprise track', a reworking of Action Woman by The Litter - McCulloch's cosmic-howling vocal easily gives the game away. I liked Easter this year.