Time off in wolves wood in Wales. Strange and lovely sunny warm February weather, heat in the bare trees. Beautiful journey here yesterday over the Crimea Pass just after sunset, silhouettes of mountains in the thick hazy air. Today, wandering and chilling.
Going back to the transfiguration thing – the Son of God who is holy yet also gets stuck in – reminds me of a Brian Wren hymn. Part of it goes… “Not throned above, remotely high, untouched, unmoved by human pains, but daily in the midst of life, our Saviour, in the Godhead, reigns.”… going from memory there -may not be exact quote.