Tagged with Spirituality

Each bead a prayer

Each bead a prayer

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

Sawing through the tether

Sawing through the tether

My brain had never been so occupied so insistently by so many different subjects and in so public a way for so long. Andrew Sullivan, ‘I Used to Be a Human Being’. I have an iPhone 4S.  Five years ago this was not a bad thing to have.  Today it draws pitying glances, as friends wonder … Continue reading

From fire to Fire

From fire to Fire

The water is cold this morning.  And after a night on the boat, a night when we caught nothing, I am hungry and I am ready to give up.  I thought it would be a good idea, going back out there.  It’s not as if there is anything else to do any more.  But he … Continue reading

Warp for the leadership weft

Warp for the leadership weft

We need to be teaching church leaders about self-care, he said. And part of me was like, well, duh!  Because I thought he was stating the obvious.  And I think that, because of how I have postured my teaching on leadership, my students would have thought the same. Except then I realised that perhaps it wasn’t … Continue reading

What silence birthed

What silence birthed

Silence birthed a new level of authority I see, she said. She was talking about the preaching, not the thing that happened the week later.  That thing hadn’t happened yet.  And, to be honest, I thought little more of it, that thing she said. She will smile at this, I know.  Because she knew then … Continue reading

The grace to roar

The grace to roar

Silently, silently this gift has come.  And suddenly in the space of two years I find myself with an authority which I would never have believed.  The sowing of my twenties, seed into darkness underground, waiting, waiting, waiting.  And now death into life, barrenness into fruitfulness, silence into words of weightiness. I never sought it, … Continue reading

Becoming an obstreperous old woman

Becoming an obstreperous old woman

Is planned neglect the sin that others want me to think it is? In the midst of my blogging on the power of the well-discerned No, I am noticing some fascinating dynamics.  As I wrestle deeply, I realise that there are contexts where institutions draw no boundaries on their demands upon the roles within them.  … Continue reading

Wrestling with No for the sake of Yes

Wrestling with No for the sake of Yes

This reflection comes from conversation in a time of prayer and three other conversations, all of which happened across two days.  The topic comes up fairly often, for a number of reasons related to the sheer demands upon my time and the unusual firmness with which I articulate myself on this matter.  For others, it … Continue reading

Figs in due season

Figs in due season

Sometimes the longing for more obscures the gift of the moment.  I’ve seen it again today, as I swam length after length of that almost-empty pool.  For there is something I have wanted, waited for.  It has been a long time.  And I believe God will give it but he has not yet. I remembered … Continue reading

Imagination prepared

Imagination prepared

The silence prepares the imagination to receive an incredible truth. Eugene Peterson, Reversed Thunder. Ten months since the viva.  Ten months of mostly silence.  And more preparing than receiving. The incredible truth has yet to be given. Don’t misunderstand.  There have been great joys.  The red gown and prophesying of the thing burning to be … Continue reading