Harvest
We celebrated Harvest tonight at Old Kea, our little church in the valley. It's one of those places where Harvest still carries its traditional meaning, with a very local congregation and a fair few agricultural types there. Listening to an excellent home-grown sermon from our very own churchwarden, I was struck again by the potency of Harvest to connect with people's spirituality at a deep-down level. It just seems to mean something to people, even those who don't necessarily darken the doors very often. I know some of my fellow clergy, jaundiced by singing songs about cabbages green at too many school assemblies, don't care for Harvest too much. If I was in an urban parish, I might feel the same. But we shouldn't rush to spurn something which helps us to speak when people want to listen. I wonder what the new equivalent of Harvest festival might be? What would capture the hearts and minds of the emerging generations of Britons, and prompt them to give...