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Romanno Bridge, West Linton, EH46 7BZ
We are part of the Church of Scotland and the life of our Church revolves around our weekly Sunday worship. Holy Communion is celebrated on the 3rd Sunday of January, May and November. Other activities include Adventurers, the Guild and special events (such as an annual harvest supper).
Our Kirk session consists of the Minister and about 12 elders of the congregation. There is also an annual congregational meeting.
We try to inspire the people in the community with the Good News of Jesus Christ through lively worship, concern for others, nurturing people in their faith and serving the community.
The minister is happy to meet with anyone who is interested in finding out about faith and church membership. Bible Study groups take place and these are open to all.
Dorothy Wordsworth was a diligent diarist. An entry for 15 April 1802 records a walk with brother William from their Lake District home. The morning had been ‘threatening, misty but mild’ and they set off, accompanied by a friend who, after a short way turned back. Dorothy records that ‘the wind was furious’ so much so that she and William also thought of turning back; but they kept going, even though ‘the wind seized our breath’ and ‘the lake was rough’. There are references to primroses, wood sorrel, hawthorns, anemones, violets. Then she mentions ‘a few daffodils close to the waterside’, adding: ‘but as we went along there were more and yet more… a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road……I never saw daffodils so beautiful….they tossed and reeled and danced and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake’.
Reading this I found myself thinking: what if the weather had forced the Wordsworths back? Would we have been deprived of one the best loved poems in the English language? I also wonder if there is an Easter parable here. What if the disciples had turned back after storms of Holy Week and quietly resumed their former lives? What if Good Friday had been the end of the story of Jesus?
But it wasn’t, for the Lord is risen and ‘Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green’; or as William (or maybe Dorothy?) put it:
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.
Easter Grace and Joy be with us all