Delivered this today on the occasion of the outbreak of the Balloon Fiesta weekend.
Have you seen the Disney animated film simply called 'Up'? It's the adventures of an old man who, due to the demands of life, never got round to his ambitions.
But circumstances conspire to make him desperate and, rather than have his home repossessed, he attaches balloons to it and floats off on an incredible journey.
It's fun, it's moving and it's full of talking points. I defy you not to be tearful after ten minutes.
I loved the film but I'm afraid I don't do up. I don't like heights. If someone bought me a trip in a balloon as a gift I'd give it away. I get nervous on the kerb. I content myself with photographing the balloons as they drift over my house at Fiesta Time.
People have always been fascinated by up. In biblical times this was because the most up anyone had ever done was hill or tree. It left us with a body of writing that identified God with mountains, clouds and sky. Jesus ascended into heaven. Going up.
Today we still find people looking up to the heavens. Those goal-scoring footballers of faith. Noticed where they look?
Famously the cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin announced that God was not there when he went into orbit. Yet moon-walking astronauts detected a creator in the cosmos. Up proved nothing. England and Australia seek it in opposite directions. Wouldn't out be better?
And, from time to time, things go wrong and remind us that up is still dangerous. We are not in total control. We fall.
The heavens declare the glory of God
The skies proclaim the work of his hands
What do you see?