Strop in diamanté

Strop in diamanté

Sparkly diamanté flip-flops slapped against the road, driven along by a force I couldn’t overcome.  And I looked on in almost-amusement as this part of me carried my body up the incline, under the still-blue sky. She was angry, this part of me.  That would have been hard to miss, though she beamed a smile with … Continue reading

Words escape me

Words escape me

Words escape me. And I feel the shame of it.  For how can I pray without words?   Words escape me. And I feel the surprise of it.  For words are my tool. Words escape me.  And I realise that it has been this way for some time.  Prayer like walking up the steepest of hills, … Continue reading

Compass needle swings

Compass needle swings

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

Ecclesial Leadership as Friendship

Ecclesial Leadership as Friendship

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

Presence or longing?

Presence or longing?

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

Niceness, wildness tamed

Niceness, wildness tamed

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

Happy, drifting…

Happy, drifting…

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

The gift of the limit

The gift of the limit

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

It is time

It is time

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