New Year, new hopes or same-old same-old? Stuck. Stagnant. Stymied. Like the fireworks of a New Year’s Eve that shoot skywards, propelled by hope to their radiant destiny, we can wish for the same in our lives: to burn bright with some temporary glory after a huge effort to get to the right place. Just now there may beContinue reading “Working In Our Waiting”
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What shape are your blessings?
Early in Lockdown 101, like others I was helping our church get Zoomed up. Remember those motivational posts like ‘the Devil thought he’d shut the churches but Jesus knows otherwise’ or ‘church has not closed; it’s just moved’? To be honest, I was quite pleased I didn’t have to rush out on a Sunday morning. Continue reading “What shape are your blessings?”
Seeking Worship, Finding Joy
One of the things I missed this year was spending a month camping on a field near the coast. Being far away from city lights allows me to enjoy the deep dark night that’s hidden by the urban glow. Clear summer skies reveal so much: the satellites that constantly speed over our heads, incoming meteoritesContinue reading “Seeking Worship, Finding Joy”
Joy in the journey
As our unwanted estrangement from each other continues to disrupt… well everything, where are you finding joy? Christian joy, the second in the list of the fruits of the Holy Spirit found in Galatians 5:22, is one of those qualities which we so easily confuse with just an emotion. Happiness. Whilst happiness comes as aContinue reading “Joy in the journey”
Knowing My Place
In his book ‘The Greatest Secret – How being God’s children changes everything’, Krish Kandiah speaks of what he learnt through his family’s fostering and adoption journey. The thrust is that, through the fostering of a baby girl and the eventual adoption of her as his daughter, Krish realised more fully his own position inContinue reading “Knowing My Place”
A Hard Day’s Rest
The first two weeks were the hardest. There I was at home. I’m free, so I thought; free to do whatever I wanted to do. No job responsibilities and I was still being paid, praise God. I just couldn’t go to work; I couldn’t sleep either. So many things I might do, jobs at homeContinue reading “A Hard Day’s Rest”
How’s your life lamp burning?
Earlier this month, March 17th, was St Patrick’s Day. This year it almost went unnoticed, apart from landlords who had been looking forward to welcoming revellers to their pubs and bars. Irish eyes were certainly not smiling this year as punters had to stay away to avoid spreading that virus. Usually St Patrick has aContinue reading “How’s your life lamp burning?”
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