“Why did Mary stay behind? “
This morning’s BRF Guidelines features John’s account of the resurrection. (I’m a few days ahead). A familiar passage which I have read numerous times, no doubt inspiring more than a few sermons.
And yet the Holy Spirit continues to open up new angles, even fresh meanings from such familiar readings from scripture. As always the temptation is to think that such familiarity means that somehow we have exhausted its meaning.
In fact, I recall
Mea culpa: I have booked a holiday, even one abroad.
It seemed a good idea last July. As such it was a great deal some 11 months in advance, in the Loire valley, And by booking a static on a Camping et Castels campsite, we need not come into direct contact with anyone, especially if we used the Channel tunnel.
By May, Jacqui and I should have had our second jab. So assuming the French let us in, we should be okay. No doubt some rules will still be in place but we will
Hard frost this morning. As the day begins, the entire field behind our house is whitened by the frost; cold and stark. I look at the hoar frost over on the tree line. Stunning.
This calls for a quote from Cecil Day Lewis:
White lilac on the window-pane, each grass-blade
Furred like a catkin, maydrift loading the hedge.
And as I write this, looking now to the front of the house, I see the milkfloat leaving its track on the frosted road – while at this very moment (hones
We need hope, particularly as the lock down continues into an uncertain future. So at yesterday’s press conference foreign secretary Dominic Raab seeks to reassure: "There is light at the end of the tunnel"
Some years back my good friend Jeff, a New Yorker, was experiencing major problems with his businesses. I recall him emailing me to say that the only light he could see at the end of the tunnel was the front-end lamp of the approaching locomotive. It was a grim time f
Today – 20 iii 20 – could be the last Friday for some time, at least the Friday we have become accustomed to, as the schools close and the regular routines of life disappear, at least for now.
It’s not just the schools which are closing for the ‘foreseeable future’ but the familiar habits which structure our week. No ParkRun tomorrow and certainly no church on Sunday. Or more precisely, no public worship in any of our church buildings on the Sabbath.
The problem is "Wha
“Come on, Victor! You can do it!” With just 10 metres to the finish line, my heart sank as one of the marshals shouted encouragement.
That could only mean one thing: that Victor, my nemesis, was tracking me to take me on the line. To say I was terror-stricken is no exaggeration.
You may know that Victor and I have been battling it out since the Ormskirk ParkRun started nearly six years ago. To begin with I was victorious but then as Victor improved and I was slowed d