Looking at the saints day today it is St Wulstan an Anglo Saxon bishop. A story in the window at Downside has him tempted by the smell of roasting goose while saying mass. He prays for the loss of distraction and he will never eat meat again.
This is a sad misjudgement I think. Surely the scent of roasting goose is a delight: one of God's gifts to be delighted in. If we should wish to sacrifice something then it is wrong to denigrate it for then it would not be a sacrifice but a duty. The story in the window is not official by order of myself.
Let's love the delight of things and savour them. They are the gifts that enhance life's journey, like the chaffinch outside my window and the sunlight on the patch of water, the goldfinch on the lavender and a fine Bordeaux .
JL 19 Jan 10:40
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