Chickened out of the 10am Eucharist today although Val went. I was busy at home seeing to Christmas cards to the immediate neighbours and doing the Weekly News Sheet for next Sunday, the fourth Sunday of Advent, and also preparing the draft WNS for the 1st Sunday of Christmas (30/12/07) as we have decided to get away for a few days after Christmas Day to the Killiecrankie Hotel. We know the area so well, although have never stayed there before. We usually stop at the Loch Rannoch Hotel overlooking the lovely, quiet loch with Schiehallion beyond. It was at this mountain that the weight of the earth was calculated! How did they do that? In the village of Kinloch Rannoch is a lovely Scottish Episcopal Church. It depictes a painting of the consecration of Bishop Samuel Seabury of Connecticut in an upper room adjacent the Cathedral in Aberdeen. It was in an upper room for fear of English troops stopping Episcopal Bishops consecrating a 'rebel Church's' first bishop. England had refused the American Colony the right of their own Church and self-determination, which was why the Americans contacted another rebellious Church - our Scottish Episcopal Church. And so we formed the beginning of the Anglican Communion by that consecration. There is no Rector at Kinloch Rannoch just now but the Diocesan Bishop has laid hands on the local Presbyterian Church of Scotland Minister and so given him permission to consecrate the elements and Celebrate the Holy Eucharist according to the Episcopal Rites.
I popped into Turnbull Hall RC University Chaplaincy to give my friend Harry a Christmas bunloaf wich Val made for him, plus a bottle of vintage Rioja. Harry was delighted and we had a good laugh, as well as an interesting chat about Edvard Munch in whom Harry has developed an interest of late. I missed Father John as he was saying Mass at 1pm, but I left him a similar bottle on his desk with a card and a note to say 'Aprés Mass Wee Refreshment', which will amuse him, I'm sure. Then off to see Natalya and her sister Vrnda. Vrnda was quite unwell so I just said hello and she returned to bed. Natalya and I had quite a deep chat. She is a most talented and insightful girl as is Vrnda as a film-maker, and I love them both. Home early today but by 2-30pm it was already getting dark and everyone had their car lights on. By 3pm the mist had desceneded from the Argyll hills, blotting out the City lights in the Clyde valley below us.
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