I am prayer-reading the story of Jesus’ baptism. Using the tools of lectio divina, I read it slowly once, twice, three times. Using my sacred imagination, I place myself in the crowd, watching; as a priest, coming down against this baptism; as John, holding people close as I plunge them into the river … and suddenly I am in the golden light of the waters of the Panmure swimming hole ...
Read here, where you will find a daily reflection from a member of the Sanctuary crowd every day to Easter all about faith in our locality.
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