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Ephesians 3 Prayer

Ephesians 3 Prayer

This is my favourite passage of scripture, so I thought I’d have a little play with it this morning.     We kneel before you, Father We’re named in your love, our whole family in you In heaven and on earth. Out of your glorious riches, too exquisite to behold May you restore us with your power Through your Spirit in our inmost being. May you, Christ Jesus, abide in our deepest hearts Through faith alone. And may we who…

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The Day of Hopelessness

The Day of Hopelessness

I don’t understand. Don’t get it. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The story wasn’t supposed to end this way. I thought there would be more, that he would escape, he would show them all who he was. He raised the dead. He bound up the broken-hearted. He healed the sick. But he let them murder him. I sit here in this garden, watching the place I never wanted to see, the stone sealing the cold tomb, his broken…

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The Virtual Maundy Thursday Labyrinth

The Virtual Maundy Thursday Labyrinth

Many churches partake in a ‘Labyrinth’ on Maundy Thursday. People are invited to walk through pathways, usually in a church/hall, and pause at certain ‘stations’ to contemplate on Jesus’ journey through this day. Well, I can’t always get out to a church, and I reckon a fair few of you can’t, either. So instead of going to the Labyrinth, I’m attempting to bring the Labyrinth to you. And to me. I hope that your journey through this virtual Labyrinth brings…

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The Upper Room

The Upper Room

A man with a jar of water. That’s who we’re looking for. That’s who Jesus told us would meet us. Thing is, you just don’t see that. A bloke, I mean, with a water jar. It’s always the women. I sometimes don’t get him. I glance over at John, who shrugs at me, drawing his hand over his sweat-soaked brow. ‘Can you see anyone?’ He shakes his head. We drag ourselves onwards, the heat of the day pounding us, wrapping…

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Tale Older than Time

Tale Older than Time

Beauty and the Beast? I’m going to do that thing where you say ‘Ah! That’s a bit like Jesus, that is.’ Sorry. So Adventure Girl and I finally went to see the new movie version. The 90s cartoon version was her favourite film as a little girl, and the movie took me back to hazy Sunday afternoons slumped on the sofa, catching up on sleep while my little girl with her endless energy spun around the room in her somewhat…

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Christmas: It’s for the sorted, right?

Christmas: It’s for the sorted, right?

Here I am; another Christmas, another infection. Actually, the last two Christmasses have been good, infection free, and I’ve been free to join in with all that seems to make Christmas – carol singing, present buying and wrapping, Christmas meals out, Christmas food. I’ve been in on that this year too, well, up to two days ago, when my lungs decided they weren’t going to play ball. Since then, I’ve lain in bed or on the sofa, again observing Christmas…

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Advent Shadows

Advent Shadows

It’s Advent Sunday, and I started the day grumpy. I’ve been poorly for the past month and the antibiotics are taking their toll while not winning over the infection. Yet. They will. So we decide to get some of the advent stuff out and do home church, which is so lovely as it’s been a while since I got to church, but I then take my grumpiness out on the Adventurous pair and feel rubbish. When every movement hurts, takes…

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If they won’t I will

If they won’t I will

There’s a lot going about on Twitter at the moment about the death figures for those claiming ESA in the past five years. It makes for some fairly scary reading. It’s prompted a  UN inquiry into grave and systematic violations of disabled people’s rights I’m just completing an edit on my first novel. I’ve been a bit reticent about sharing it with people, because it feels all vulnerable to get out there and say ‘I’ve written a book.’ But the…

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Yet Another SF and Suffering Blogpost.

Yet Another SF and Suffering Blogpost.

I know, I know, there are thousands floating round the internet. But seeing as I am sitting propped up in bed and have just taken painkillers, I have a window where I may be able to pen something that makes some kind of sense. Possibly. First of all I should link to Adventure Bloke’s musings on the subject – he preached it on Sunday, and it is Very Good. http://carterclan.me.uk/sermons/so-what-about-bone-cancer-in-children/ I think that words like Mr Fry’s can be seriously…

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If …

If …

If. If I was well. If I was well I would go swimming with my children every single week. I would tell them stories every night and play games with them every day. I would chase them round the house and dance round the living room to Strictly with them. If. If I was well I would earn money. I would earn enough money to be able to go on adventure holidays abroad. If I was well I would take…

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