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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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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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The Great In Between

The Great In Between

So, Holy Saturday. A day between the absolute hideous sadness and the incredible joy. Balanced somewhere, tinged by hope for us, but not for those on the original day. Hope had left. Everything had changed, shut down, gone. Nothing remained. Mary, her tears falling without ceasing as she contemplated, and asked Why. For us, it can be like our lives are in this Great In Between time. Tinged by sadness, shot through with hope. Sometimes one weighing greater than the…

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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 cannot 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 you…

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Leaning

Leaning

So, here it is. I have prevaricated and procrastinated for long enough. It’s time to tell about that experience. You know, the big one, the one where I wondered if I’d see 2012 through. What a fellowship, What a joy divineLeaning on the everlasting armsWhat a blessedness, what a peace that’s mineLeaning on the everlasting arms This is me in the 2nd week of December, or thereabouts. I suddenly went down with pneumonia in both lungs and went straight into…

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Line in the Sand

Line in the Sand

I haven’t blogged for a good while. I’d kind of lost my blogging confidence, muttering such thoughts to myself as ‘no one really wants to read your meanderings anyway’ or ‘people are just being nice.’ You know the kind of stuff. So it got longer and longer since I blogged and I got less and less inclined to. Added to that, my faith was taking somewhat of a bashing this year. Looking back, there was always a (wobbly) certainty and…

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Good Friday. Yes it is.

Good Friday. Yes it is.

So we went along to an Hour before the Cross service earlier on which Adventure Bloke was leading. In between keeping the Adventurous Pair separate and relieving Adventure Boy of a smuggled in Pick Up Stick (you’d be amazed how much creativity one eight year old can achieve with one Pick up Stick) I found something resonating deep in my spirit. I’ve not been finding much of that kind of resonation (is that a word?) of late. It’s all been…

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Christmas De-Trimmed

Christmas De-Trimmed

I’ve been somewhat of an observer of Christmas this year. The me that usually partakes fully in everything Christmassy I can possibly fit in has been overcome by the weakness of my body and so I’ve been sitting on the sidelines; firstly at home, watching as my family took part in carol singing, parties, services and school events; and now in hospital, hoping very much for a get-out-of-hospital-free card for Christmas Day. So where does this fit into the Great…

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