I’ve been in the habit for the last several years of leading a sunrise service on Easter Sunday morning. Gathering with friends on the beach in Swansea Bay has become very special to me and I knew I’d miss it this year.
I still got to conduct Easter sunrise, though - but in a very different setting. This year, I met with a few members of Wrexham Methodist Church on the roof of the multi-storey carpark that adjoins the church. It was a perfect morning. An almost-full moon was just approaching the horizon to the west as the sun began to appear through a few clouds to the east. Just for once, there was an almost perfect symmetry of the dying of night and the birth of the light of the new day. So we prayed and sang and celebrated in the concrete and steel of our town, welcoming the presence of the risen Christ.
“The Lord is risen!
He is risen indeed! Alleluia!”