That night Paul had a vision.
A vision a dream, a shy whisper in the heart, a flash of intuition, a moment of awakening.
We gather here today to worship and we gather to break bread and we gather to baptise. This much we know.
This much we are prepared to acknowledge.
What else brings each of us here?

Two big stories, and one tiny baby boy.
One, two, three.
And where do we go from here.

Just recently my small girl Anushka has discovered that if she covers her eyes with her hands, she becomes completely invisible

and is able to remain so

until she takes her hands away again.

There is an old Hassidic story told by a wise man who said:
There once was a holy Rabbi who used to go deep into the woods and light a sacred fire and whisper the words of a holy prayer.