Several people I know have been ordained this week. Inevitably, it makes me think about my own ordinations, first to the diaconate and then to the priesthood.

Tomorrow I’m going to Glasgow to a first Eucharist. No doubt I’ll be thinking of my own first mass. It was outside in the open air, in the old ruined church of the Culdee monks in St Andrews. The church sits looking out to the East over the harbour and out to sea – outside the large walls of the ruined Cathedral.

It is a holy place and the place that I took people to for my first Eucharist the morning after my Te Deum.

Things I remember about being ordained:
… being anointed on the hands
… being told that my aura was golden by Ba Hare-Duke
… bread and wine under the arching East Coast sky

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