I attended an ordination service today.  It was a wonderful occasion of celebration and praise, and a time to mark the journeys of those being priested.  As I sat in the service though I began to wonder about reality.  What is real, or more real, than something else?  Can I say that the cancer ward is more real than the church service that I attended? My first reaction was, yes, of course the pain and humanity of the cancer unit is more real than white robes and coloured scarves.  But then I began to reflect that perhaps both tried to get to God through different routes  – a kind of wordlessness.  The one through wordlessness of pain, and the other through wordlessness of power and glory. So perhaps neither is more real than the other. Reality