You Can See Forever
If you try hard and squint just a tiny bit, you can see the Lighthouse. It is called Godrevey Lighthouse, and we went to it last year. Or at least, we came close.
It is hard to actually get to it, so we drove and then walked to the very edge, as far as you can get without absolutely plunging into the water.
And there sat Ted, ruminating on who-knew-what, utterly content.
Today's walk was not so dramatic, but every bit as inspiring. It had started with bells. On Sunday mornings around here you will always hear bells, calling the faithful to worship. And it was a lovely service, with Praise To The Lord, The Almighty waking us all to great joy as we rose to sing the words:
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!
O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation!
All ye who hear, now to His temple draw near;
Praise Him in glad adoration.
The words followed me throughout the day, reminding me to 'draw near to His temple' - while walking, while resting, even while eating a chocolate sorbet (which I did). No activity should leave us unable to draw near, whatever it might be, even if a naughty gull tries to interfere with it (which it did). The joy was palpable, even so.
Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him.
And then something happened that was even more inspiring than Godrevey Lighthouse, which I will tell you more about tomorrow. I was scooped up with several Cornish persons and taken - kindly - to a concert of the Mousehole Male Voice Choir. Really! 70 Male Voices, in fact, all strong, and powerful, and sweet, and melodic at the same time. It made me appreciate even more the final lines of the old hymn...
Let the Amen sound from His people again,
Gladly for aye we adore Him.
See you along the way!