The Seventeenth Sunday after Pentecost
A few weeks back, I think it was because I was so much in the car, I listened to the Bible being read out loud in the car. I hadn’t ever done this before. As someone who reads the Bible ‘for a living’ both…
Thought for the Week
The Sixteenth Sunday after Pentecost
In my reading, there are times when reading in centuries past, I read something and do a mental fist pump – read with a big ‘yes!’ in my mind. The perspective matches my perspective now or is an insight I don’t recall having and…
The Fifteenth Sunday after Pentecost
A pale cat has decided it likes to spend the day under the laurel hedge. I don’t know where it has come from or where it goes in the evening but I get a sense that it likes to roam. I wonder what it…
The Fourteenth Sunday after Pentecost
She was lurking with intent. I hadn’t paid much attention. Nevertheless I had taken only a few steps out of the room into the corridor when the nurse came straight up to me. She seemed a little anxious, nervous even, maybe upset and apologised…
The Eleventh Sunday after Pentecost
The Paris Olympics are underway and the intensity of elation and devastation; tears of joy and tears of anguish; unexpected and expected success; high drama and personal stories all for three colours of medals have been all over our newsfeeds. The Olympics – the…
The Tenth Sunday after Pentecost
In my second parish – so early 1990s – I was able to play competition squash. Because of the work, I couldn’t commit whole evenings somewhere in the region but I could play a ‘fill-in’ role at the local club two nights per week….
The Ninth Sunday after Pentecost
Twice this week I was held up in traffic. Both occasions were for the same reason – vehicles had caught fire and burnt out. The first was a car and I could see a family – I assumed they were a Mum and a…
The Sixth Sunday after Pentecost
I said last week – and at other times – that our ears, unlike our eyes, have no lids – which, of course, means that we are always hearing. Whether we listen – pay attention – is another matter. But we also have the…
The Fourth Sunday after Pentecost
“When you’re the eldest, you’re an only child until your brother or sister is born.” True enough. I nodded and agreed. I had been having a discussion with my granddaughter about families – her mother and father’s siblings, her cousins, her grandparents – the…
The Third Sunday after Pentecost
I conducted the D-Day Remembrance at Mildenhall last Thursday at the cenotaph. There was a small gathering from the community, nine wreaths to be laid (so not many at all), and four Sea and Royal Marine Cadets were able to be there from school…