The Stopping of the Swing

I wish I could say that the Gospel reading on the breath of life made the most impression on me today (and this is a most wonderful feast day). I always wonder what languages the disciples went out to speak. Presumably it was Greek and Latin as well as Aramaic.

But what struck me most today was that upon leaving our cottage at lunchtime, the children had been playing on the swing. As we left it was still gently swinging. Very soon it would stop and our memory of it gone – an allegory of our passing influence on events.