Photo credits: first and second pictures Here beginneth a LONG quotation from John 11. Bear with me! 17 Now when Jesus came, he found that Lazarus had already been in the tomb four days. 18 Bethany was near Jerusalem, about two miles off, 19 and many of the Jews had come to Martha and Mary to console them concerning their brother. 20 So when Martha heard that Jesus was … Continue reading »
Last Friday was a good day for my book problem: I finished another! I’ve blogged a fair bit about Jesus Wept and this is the last post I plan to write on the thoughts in this provocative book. Listen to this quotation which the authors of Jesus Wept take from Nouwen’s In The Name of Jesus: Formation in the … Continue reading »
I learned something very useful in the last few weeks. It started with that week, the week when – for a moment – I lived at less than my usual hyper-speed velocity. A beautiful week: of peace, of calm and stillness. I had space to think and space to be. It was possible to live … Continue reading »
Silence and solitude are not just luxuries for a committed few. They are the very ground in which God places his seed and they are possible even in the midst of a busy life and a hectic schedule, for the silence is the silence of the heart and the solitude a trust in God beyond … Continue reading »
I have fallen into this week, stumbling on to my face, slamming on the brakes. The pace has slowed, yet how long it takes for my heart to still! One week every four to six months. One week of relative stillness, of solitude, of a diary largely scrubbed of obligations. One week of living slow, of … Continue reading »
My best worship days were my Cambridge days. I have revisited this thought many times over the last year. It’s not that I don’t worship God now, that I don’t delight in him; in truth, my faith is deeper now than it was then, more rooted in understanding and given to expression in joy. But … Continue reading »
And so to the water again. Four weeks of beautiful emptiness, an unopened diary and no cares. Four weeks of book after book after book. Four weeks of no diary reminders popping up on my phone, eating too much and just being. Four weeks of sunshine? Well, no…this is England, after all! Four weeks of … Continue reading »
This is the last post in a series which I wrote a while ago but didn’t want to post at the time. I’m not in the same place today that I was then; as a result, I’m tempted to edit the writing to soften or finesse it, but I’ve chosen not to! Though the experience … Continue reading »
This is the third post in a series of four which I wrote a while ago but didn’t want to post at the time. I’m not in the same place today that I was then; as a result, I’m tempted to edit the writing to soften or finesse it, but I’ve chosen not to! Though … Continue reading »
This is the second post in a series of four which I wrote a while ago but didn’t want to post at the time. I’m not in the same place today that I was then; as a result, I’m tempted to edit the writing to soften or finesse it, but I’ve chosen not to! Though … Continue reading »
