Jesuit life · Reflection

It never rains but it pours

My apologies for the double blog a couple of weeks ago – the expression “It never rains but it pours” comes to mind, especially since there was no post the week before. We have been reminded of the saying literally considering that a few months ago there was a lot of talk about drought which doesn’t seem immanent at the moment. However, we have mostly been in the east and south east which have been relatively dry. It is with some trepidation that we head back towards the Midlands in the remaining days.

An unexpected abundance of another kind happened to me during the third week of pilgrimage. Our route out of London on the Wednesday went right past the L’Arche Lambeth (http://www.larchelambeth.org.uk/) community office and workshops and we made a short stop to say hello. I had sent an email warning a couple of people that we might pass by but it was a surprise for some and surprising to me that we arrived there according to plan. Before joining the novitiate I spent nine months living in the community. Some of the community members have moved on in one way or another but many friends are still there and I saw several.

L’Arche recently had an international gathering in Atlanta and I noticed in a recent issue of their weekly newsletter that they were going to have a regional meeting of L’Arche communities at Aylesford Priory (http://www.thefriars.org.uk/) to share some of the experiences of delegates on the Friday. According to “the plan” we would arrive at Aylesford on Saturday and so miss them. We made good progress on the Wednesday – the last few miles were a bit of a forced march because we couldn’t find a suitable place to sleep in the village in which we had planned to stop. The next day we were very tired and didn’t make good progress, but bright and early (in a light drizzle, actually) we set off and made it all the way to Aylesford. I was able to track down the L’Arche group and join them for the last few minutes of their final session for the day. This was a surprise meeting and on time when I could say, after not seeing them for months, that “it never rains but it pours” with a big smile on my face.

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