July 18, 2018
"Our holy and beautiful house has been burnt by fire The place where our forebears praised you".
July 2, 2018
She it was who injested words…God’s words. She it was who was prepared to believe the impossible and so allow it to happen. She it was who conceived, even when old. She it was who recognised Him before any other human being. She it was who initiated God’s first miracle through Jesus. She it was […]
June 20, 2018
Little boys love to roll stones that are made of glass and called marbles; so do little girls. They also love to "skip" stones across the water. Sometimes they even love to throw stones at someone who annoys or threatens them.
March 26, 2018
I love the smell of sheep; I love the bleating sound of sheep; I love the snow white look of the fleece once it is parted; and I especially love Australian sheep.
March 5, 2018
The Colour of Dust
Dust is usually something we consider must be 'dealt with'. We sweep it away; brush it off our coats; dust it off our furniture; sweep it under the carpet; bathe it from our eyes; shake it from our feet if we are not welcomed in a town.
December 11, 2017
Shifting Shadows And A Magpie
I have been watching the shifting shadows as the sun silently makes its way across the sky. Most people, I presume, would be quite able to "explain" shadows; why and how they appear and disappear, why they can both fascinate and frighten.
November 13, 2017
There was a difficulty and it seemed insurmountable. Usually a difficulty cannot be resolved by going around it to avoid it and, in this situation, I could not even consider avoidance as a possibility.
October 5, 2017
I am sitting in the sun under a clear blue sky watching a white capped ocean deliver its foam to the waiting sand. And I am thinking about mud! I am remembering a time when I felt as though I was ploughing through mud and… getting precisely nowhere.
September 22, 2017
A Severe Mercy
The words compelled me to take the book from the shelf in the library and at least browse through its pages. I didn’t really want to. These words sounded so harsh, so cruel almost. What convinced me to look nevertheless was the name CS Lewis at the bottom of the front cover.
February 21, 2017
The Pearl of Great Price, a painting by Daniel Bonnell He was six years old and deadly serious as he approached me in the classroom where I taught grade one. Lifting up his hands as he clutched whatever it was he was holding he said: “Could you open this”?