It is finished.

The words are stuck in my head. 

Freesmall

I was sick all day on Friday – And I might add I actually allowed myself to be sick and stayed in bed – don’t do that often.  My dear friend and colleague and assistant David was accepted as a postulant for holy orders on Friday.  We elected a bishop on Saturday – a two -year – gruelling process.   So we had a party last night.   

And today it’s the sign declaring my freedom  that lingers in my head.   Sometimes it is the young hearts and minds and manage to say what needs to be said most succinctly.   

The search is over … perhaps one search .. but I find myself still singing, the U2 classic: but I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.   

Is it finished?  or perhaps the question is what is finished?