The Village Shepherd
Were His Prayers Heard?
Sermon
When I went over to Sweden in February with a Diocesan party of ten priests, I was amazed to discover how familiar everything felt. The language was completely different and I don't speak a word of Swedish, there was six foot of snow everywhere in a very sparsely populated land of thick pine forests, but I still felt very much at home. This was partly to do with the warm welcome and the hospitality we received, but it was more than that.

