I had a pleasant surprise this morning on our visit to St Paul’s, Kinross. There were more children in church than I think I have seen in a month or two. In fact there seemed to be a new congregation comfortably lodged within the old one.
Unusually for me, I went to sleep thinking about Kinross – and woke up thinking about it. So I rewrote the sermon when I got up. I was thinking about vision and narrative – which leads to Dr Beeching and the failure of vision which left Kinross without trains. So when I go to Edinburgh by train – more often I go by bus because it is quicker – it trundles off down the single track to Ladybank.