But we didn’t know

But we didn’t know

A meditation on Matthew’s account of the resurrection. I was standing in the garden.  In the shadows.  They didn’t see me, those two dark silhouettes as they made their way under the trees.  They were too afraid themselves, too concerned with how to pick their way unnoticed to the tomb.  Bent low, almost folded in … Continue reading

Summerhouse encounter

Summerhouse encounter

Thursday came as sheer gift.  In a week where my heart was issuing ‘bandwidth exceeded’ warnings as early as Tuesday, it was unexpected.  I’d been planning to stagger through to this afternoon.  At that point the morning’s preach would have marked the staging point as I finished one intense week and prepared for another.  I certainly never expected the blessing of Thursday. … Continue reading

Holding the silence long enough

Holding the silence long enough

What if the leader could hold the pregnant silence long enough for the Spirit to give birth to a word? Gil Stafford. I turn these words over in my mind.  What if the leader could hold the pregnant silence long enough for the Spirit to give birth to a word?  And I think of the … Continue reading

Lost in the backstreets of glory

Lost in the backstreets of glory

My reflections occasioned by a period of confession during today’s church gathering.  I don’t know whether I can fully capture in words either the picture I was seeing and its symbolism or my response to God – but this is my attempt! Why is that I get lost in the backstreets of glory, the alleyways where light is eclipsed and hope pulls … Continue reading

Clearing the barns

Clearing the barns

Nearly nine months ago, only two weeks into my church sabbatical, I found these verses in Leviticus 26: 9 I will look on you with favour and make you fruitful and increase your numbers, and I will keep my covenant with you. 10 You will still be eating last year’s harvest when you will have to move … Continue reading

A blade of grass

A blade of grass

What if I were just a blade of grass? Humour me here. What if I were just a blade of grass rising out from the soil and all I had to do was bask in the sunshine?  What if, as Murray says over and over in Waiting on God, this were what it is to wait on God, … Continue reading

My heart rests

My heart rests

I spent three days in my little office this week.  Well, four perhaps – if I count the hours in there after Saturday’s graduation service when the whole place was virtually deserted but for a few graduating students trailing home, cars crammed full of boxes and dreams, the remnants of student life packaged and tied … Continue reading

Those wild promises made before God

Those wild promises made before God

Marriages that are dependent on good feelings fall apart, or at best are in for a stormy time of it.  But marriages that consistently look back to their vows, to those wild promises made before God, and that trust Him to make sense out of them, find a continual source of strength and renewal. Mike … Continue reading