For 5 years I worked in Bedford where John Bunyan lived and was imprisoned. There was a statue to him, and a museum, and a Bunyan Trail. I found the place where he was baptised and visited Elstow, the site of Vanity Fair and the wicket gate. I read both Pilgrims Progress, 1 and 2, and Grace Abounding. He thought himself the greatest sinner for thoughts he had. His life was a pilgrimage and he wrote about the pilgrimage of life.

Last Monday, the Evergreen group, a group of people in their seventies who meet every month, chose and sang songs of praise for their meeting, including this one. As a result, we also sang it yesterday, on Palm Sunday at the end of the service.