Friday, 15 January 2016
Saturday, 26 September 2015
Prayer is like watching for the kingfisher.
All you can do is
be there where he is likely to appear, and
Often nothing much happens;
there is space, silence and
No visible signs, only the
knowledge that he’s been there
and may come again.
Seeing or not seeing cease to matter,
You have been prepared.
But when you’ve almost stopped
expecting it, a flash of brightness
Friday, 26 June 2015
Thursday, 28 May 2015
Friday, 10 April 2015
Friday, 27 February 2015
The Peace Prayer of Saint Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is error, truth;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in self-forgetting that we find;
And it is in dying to ourselves that we are born to eternal life.
Saturday, 3 January 2015
Friday, 2 January 2015
I don't know about you but often when I wake up in the morning all the busy thoughts of the day come rushing into my head. Immediately I'm thinking about what I have to achieve or do before I get to bed that night. Rushing headlong into the day isn't necessarily the best move.
C S Lewis in 'Mere Christianity' describes an alternative approach:-
"The real problem of the Christian life comes where people do not usually look for it. It comes the very moment you wake up each morning.
All your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists simply in shoving them all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in.
And so on, all day. Standing back from all your natural fussings and frettings; coming in out of the wind."
I love that phrase 'coming in out of the wind'. If we feel that we are being buffeted about day by day we too can come in out of the wind.
To pause, to stop, to switch off.
To take time to just be.
To be still.
Thursday, 1 January 2015
Sunday, 28 December 2014
Who doesn't love a snow globe? They have a magical quality to them that touches young and old. We start off with the still scene, give the globe a shake and hundreds of snowflakes bounce around. Then they gradually settle back down creating a new snowy carpeted scene.
Our lives too have changing scenes. Well-being becomes a barometer altered by the shifting tides of failing health and healing. Relationships can grow or break down, blossom or fade, heralding emotional fluctuations. A family's dynamics shift when a member dies or leaves, for whatever reason. They also alter when there is a birth or a new person joins the family. People's roles or jobs in life can change bringing new senses of identity and have financial implications. Moving house, relocating, emigrating or working abroad bring with them altering parameters to familiar routines.
Like a snow globe we are caught in a maelstrom that requires our response. And for those of faith, our relationship with God can affect how we respond. We can bring God into the equation. We can be like the wise man who built his house on the rock. We can rebuild our lives using the roots of our faith as foundation stones. The rebuilding may be slow. It may only evolve one brick at a time. We may not even be able to envisage what the final build will look like. But, that is ok. We don’t need to know. We just need to trust that we will get there.
Then, when the snow eventually settles, we will find a new shape has been created. It won’t be the same as the one before. Life has changed. But, it will have the unspoken tenets of faith built in to it. Those building blocks of love, trust and peace enabling us to look to the future again with a sprinkling of hope.
Wednesday, 10 December 2014
Dunnottar Castle, Stonehaven, Scotland
Our country is bracing itself for a severe storm today. There is word of road and rail disruptions, bridge closures and ferry cancellations. I feel for anyone working outside or caught up in the turbulent weather today and hope that they all keep safe. Hope is of course what we carry into all kinds of storms. The storms of life that can hit us all at various times: bereavement, illness, redundancy, family troubles, life changes.
Hope is what can carry us through the eye of the storm and back out to the other side. Hope that the sadness will ease, that we will feel better, that a job will be found, that the family will settle, that we can cope with the shifting rugs beneath our feet.
Hope is often symbolised by the rainbow. That spectrum of beauty and colour that emerges as the rain meets the sun. It appears just when we fear the storm will prevail and we will be overwhelmed. Its upward arch reminding us that we too can be lifted up and out of the turbulence. A spiritual symbol of God's relationship with us bringing with it the rays of hope of faith.
Whatever storms loom overhead for you today, may the glimmer of a rainbow carry you forward in hope.
Tuesday, 9 December 2014
Green heart of the snowdrop - Kate McIlhagga
Into a dark world
a snow-drop comes.
a benison of hope and peace
carrying within it a green heart
a symbol of God's renewing love
Come and inhabit our darkness
Lord Jesus Christ,
for dark and light
are alike to you.
May natures white candles of hope
remind us of your birth
and light our journey
through life and beyond.
Sunday, 28 July 2013
You just never know who is going to visit your garden. This little guy (I think we should call him Ruairi - translates as red-haired king in Gaelic) has been paying regular visits to our bird table and enjoying the spoils that he finds there.
I watched him this morning in the act of burying the nuts in the earth in the flower-pot! He went on to bury them in random places in the middle of the grass.
I have to admire his faith. Wherever he buries the nuts he has the belief that at some time in the future he will be able to come back and find his hidden store.
As he left that morning I could only step back and admire his simple faith. Perhaps we try too hard.
Saturday, 30 March 2013
Sunday, 24 March 2013
Saturday, 9 February 2013
Sunday, 3 February 2013
For some reason this just spoke to me today.
I thought, is is about:
rest at life's end?
an angel whose work is done?
Why was it speaking to me?
Then I read its' title.
It is called 'Angel of Grief'.
Today is the 3rd February. A year ago today I lost my best friend.
Angel of grief - yes.
But, I think of my friend - a woman, a minister, whose work here on earth was done.
And I am glad that I knew her.
Glad that I shared such a wonderful, sparkling, journey with her.
Glad that she is now at rest at life's end, in the company of God and all the hosts of angels.