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Monologue/Reflection: Peter reflects after Easter

I suppose no one knew quite what to say. Days had passed. At the height of the festival Jesus had been tried and executed. For the crowds that was becoming a memory. Many folk were returning home. Clouds of dust swirled around the roads out of Jerusalem. In this closed room we were all conscious of that, but other things weighed more heavily. It wasn't a time for recrimination, yet I felt angry and wanted to blame someone. It all felt so very oppressive.
Some more wine might help?
I wondered.
It was hard to make eye contact. I caught James' view. He looked down. He was alone.


Andrew Pratt (born 1948)

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