Dry Bones

I am not sure if he'd be flattered but Bishop John Pritchard's book nattily entitled 'the life and work of a priest' is currently my toilet reading (for you girls, blokes quite like the odd quiet sit down behind a locked door). I just pick a bit to read at random. Today it was, oddly, about how the 'priest' leads a service. He uses the rather bishop-like terms 'president' not 'celebrant' to describe the leader's role (invading foreign countries not allowed). Better for me was the phrase 'who will breathe life into these dry bones', which I took to be a call to the priest to call on the Spirit to guide and fill the gathered worshippers - that leading is not some clever trick but rather a readiness to be poor in spirit and then be made rich.