I've scheduled a few quiet days in the diary during Lent, to provide time to pray and reflect, usually whilst walking through some familiar countryside. Yesterday I walked up onto Watership Down, surrounded by fog. I loved the way that landmarks emerged out of the mist as I approached them, and quickly receded into a wall of white. When I came back down, the fog gave way to cloud, and for a few seconds the sunshine peeped through, creating an incredible shaft of colour amidst the muted mist. It was one of those jaw-dropping moments that filled me with a sense of wonder. And then the clouds rolled on, and the colour faded. But the memory lingered, and the knowledge that the vibrancy of the world is still there, even if the sight is obscured.
"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it. "