A strange, and rather touching, thing happened to me on Good Friday. I hurried off the Tube at Oxford Circus and happened to look down. At my feet lay a small silver cross. I have it before me as I write - a slim, simple cross about one inch long and half an inch across. It is in perfect condition.
It felt strange, as I was just on my way to walk the Stations of the Cross through the streets of Soho with a group from a local church. So the Cross was very much in my mind.
I didn't know what to do. I'd love to find the owner of this cross. But thyere are about eight million people in Greater London at any one time. Did anyone lose a small silver cross in London on Good Friday?
Stations of the Cross through the streets and lanes of Soho, kneeling on the street "We adore you O Christ and we praise you/Because by your holy Cross you have redeeedmed the world..."
Before going on to the Good Fiday liturgy, I wet to Trafalgar Square to watch the Passion Play. It was moving: the whole story coming alive before massive crowds in the heart of London. Going from there to the 3pm liturgy all fitted...
Rail travel out of London a bit complicated because of all sorts of engineering works at Paddington etc...but I made it to the family gathering, and to the glorious Easter Vigil at the Church of St Birinus in Dorchester-on-Thames.