A sermon on Rest, from July 19th 2015
Sermon for July 19 th 2015 on Jeremiah 23. 1-6; Ephesians 2. 11-end and Mark 6. 30-34, 53-end May I speak in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. A couple of years ago, I was in one of those fast, rib boats heading down a Scottish loch on the way to an uninhabited island in the Inner Hebrides. Now, as Louise will tell you, this was a rather unexpected move on my part. Only the year before, I’d opted to paddle back, with my trouser legs rolled up, to the mainland on the causeway from St Michaels Mount in Cornwall, rather than face a small open boat on relatively calm seas. So, by contrast, I was now heading towards the Gulf of Corryvreckan, which is narrow channel between the islands of Jura and Scarba, where two tides meet over an underwater rock pinnacle to create the UK’s only natural whirlpool. We were heading right for it when the skipper, who knew the waters well, quickly turned the boat 90 degrees left, increased the power