Audience of One

Audience of One

I have a tendency to worry far too much about what people think about me. I’m much better these days, but when I was a kid I wasted a lot of time drenching myself in this worry, in the possibilities of what they might think. And this would so often become self-perpetuating: casting my own insecurities on others would only throw them right back at me, and then others would, indeed, think less of me. Not long ago a friend…

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New Site Launch!

New Site Launch!

Here goes, then. Have imported the blog from blogger to WordPress and spent rather too much time playing with the dashboard. Hope you like the new look.  

Ephesians 3 Prayer

Ephesians 3 Prayer

This is my favourite passage of scripture, so I thought I’d have a little play with it this morning.     We kneel before you, Father We’re named in your love, our whole family in you In heaven and on earth. Out of your glorious riches, too exquisite to behold May you restore us with your power Through your Spirit in our inmost being. May you, Christ Jesus, abide in our deepest hearts Through faith alone. And may we who…

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A camping life gone by

A camping life gone by

We’re selling our old folding camper and dragged it out this morning, a beautiful sunshiney day, the canvas dense with the scent of happiness and summer and family. Thus please do excuse the self-indulgent I-can’t-believe-they’ve-all-grown-up post. Because I’m a bit teary. I’m teary as I pull out the box of old games, piles of sand pouring out between my fingers, lone Uno cards and old drawings my daughter worked so carefully on in the years she danced around campsites in…

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The Day of Hopelessness

The Day of Hopelessness

I don’t understand. Don’t get it. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The story wasn’t supposed to end this way. I thought there would be more, that he would escape, he would show them all who he was. He raised the dead. He bound up the broken-hearted. He healed the sick. But he let them murder him. I sit here in this garden, watching the place I never wanted to see, the stone sealing the cold tomb, his broken…

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The Virtual Maundy Thursday Labyrinth

The Virtual Maundy Thursday Labyrinth

Many churches partake in a ‘Labyrinth’ on Maundy Thursday. People are invited to walk through pathways, usually in a church/hall, and pause at certain ‘stations’ to contemplate on Jesus’ journey through this day. Well, I can’t always get out to a church, and I reckon a fair few of you can’t, either. So instead of going to the Labyrinth, I’m attempting to bring the Labyrinth to you. And to me. I hope that your journey through this virtual Labyrinth brings…

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The Upper Room

The Upper Room

A man with a jar of water. That’s who we’re looking for. That’s who Jesus told us would meet us. Thing is, you just don’t see that. A bloke, I mean, with a water jar. It’s always the women. I sometimes don’t get him. I glance over at John, who shrugs at me, drawing his hand over his sweat-soaked brow. ‘Can you see anyone?’ He shakes his head. We drag ourselves onwards, the heat of the day pounding us, wrapping…

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Tale Older than Time

Tale Older than Time

Beauty and the Beast? I’m going to do that thing where you say ‘Ah! That’s a bit like Jesus, that is.’ Sorry. So Adventure Girl and I finally went to see the new movie version. The 90s cartoon version was her favourite film as a little girl, and the movie took me back to hazy Sunday afternoons slumped on the sofa, catching up on sleep while my little girl with her endless energy spun around the room in her somewhat…

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Seen from a Scene

Seen from a Scene

I sleep fitfully, aware of you close by, so new, so needy, so I wake quickly to the sound. A kind of humming, gaining in volume, a resounding harmony of resonance. It pulls at my soul, something deep within, a knowledge I didn’t know of.  And then the light. First a chink of light, snaking down the mud-packed wall, a crack in the fabric which makes no sense in the dead of night. I glance around; you are sleeping quietly,…

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A Walk Through Sacred

A Walk Through Sacred

On the last but one night at New Wine 2016, I took a walk through the camp. A normal stroll, an everyday thing. An achievement for me, certainly, but it turned out to be so much more, because the ordinary hurtled me headlong into the sacred. It was a balmy evening, the last rays of sunshine bathing the showground in a gentle light, the only sign of a huge deluge a few hours before a few puddles where welly-clad toddlers…

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