As we were singing one of the songs this morning at Dores, Iain Todd touched me on the shoulder. ‘Look!’ he said, pointing at the trees, gaunt on the shoreline against a grey sky. I following his finger, and saw a brightness, and then the unmistakable presence of the sun. It was visible for less than a minute, but it was enough. Sometimes the Risen Jesus seems hidden in the grey mist of our struggles. And a times we will be granted glimpses of Son’s presence, a reminder that the light is forever shining, even though we may not see its source, and a reminder too that in time the clouds will dissolve and we will again see that source in its radiant intensity.