I spent a few hours this afternoon cutting slices of wood to use as part of a worship installation that Aoradh are putting together for Greenbelt.

It occurred to me that this too was worship.

Each cut, all noise and spewing sawdust. Each tree-disc a little slice of branch, still holding the shape of years of growth.

I was suddenly aware that every one of these pieces of wood was intended to be held in someone’s hand. People I have never met will be asked to use these things as prayers and statements of hope for life.

And that what I was doing was holy.

Worship.