It was his voice. I knew it but didn’t know it. Not until John told me. And so I threw myself in the water, the quicker to reach the shore. To reach him. To be near the one my soul loved. It was his voice and it propelled me into the lake, ready to swim … Continue reading
Compass needle swings. Erratically seeking its North. Heart ricochets from here to there and back again. Searching, still searching: desperately longing. Pitch is sounded. Ears wide open. Waiting, only waiting for that note which is soul’s resonance and song. And for days in weeks and months in years, needle yet swings whilst also pitch is … Continue reading
So this has finally happened…and I’m pretty happy about it right now! You can see a portion of Ecclesial Leadership as Friendship through Google books by clicking on the link. It’s written primarily for an academic audience because that was the first need. But it’s intended, too, for a secondary audience of church leaders and … Continue reading
All around us we observe a pregnant creation. The difficult times of pain throughout the world are simply birth pangs. But it’s not only around us; it’s within us. The Spirit of God is arousing us within. We’re also feeling the birth pangs. These sterile and barren bodies of ours are yearning for full deliverance. That is … Continue reading
What if the only way to go deeper is the way I don’t want to go? The way that I have resisted year upon year. An edge along which I’ve danced but which I’ve never gone over. Never over that edge. I have been the good girl. The one who doesn’t lose control. Whose make … Continue reading
This is one in my series of sabbatical posts. I started this series in 2013-2014 and, now, the generosity of my employer means that I pick it up again. Technically, this time it is called study leave rather than sabbatical. But I don’t have a blog category for that. Happy drifting, she said in an … Continue reading
This is one in my series of sabbatical posts. I started this series in 2013-2014 and, now, the generosity of my employer means that I pick it up again. Technically, this time it is called study leave rather than sabbatical. But I don’t have a blog category for that. Holding the space for Jesus. That’s … Continue reading
Then Jesus came from Galilee to the Jordan to John, to be baptised by him. (Matthew 3:13) ‘It is time’, my son said. And my face fell. I had no words. I still don’t. Just memories, treasured up in my heart. Memories that now flood me so fast that I fear they will drown me. … Continue reading
My beads came with me to the abbey. And, yes, that would be the abbey we feared being thrown out of for being too noisy. The same abbey where I chewed repeatedly over the ethic of climbing out after Compline to go to the pub. I didn’t have to. Climb out, that is. And, despite … Continue reading
The beads ground me. Round and round their thread I go. One by one they slide through fingers. Polished smooth, though not yet by use. Cross in hand, each bead a prayer. The knots my selah reminder to breathe, to wait. Then bead to ask that he would speak. More knots, more breathing, more stilling: a waiting … Continue reading
