There once was a young girl who was asked the question at a children’s address of what she wanted to be when she grew up. Instantly an idea popped into her head and she raised her hand to speak. “I want to be a pastor,” she said, and was met by a very awkward silence....
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The Edge Of Belonging
In silence groans caught up in prayer we plead for those we love not from the joyless stance of Judas returning to consciousness after betraying his deepest self but from an open-heart broken and gifted able to question and wonder hopeful in uncertainty free to...
Be Opened
There is a lot of talk about our need for resilience these days. I don’t know about you, but it conjures up for me, images of having to try harder, be braver, and have more positive thoughts, the latter of which has always been difficult for me. I’m more likely to cry...
It’s In The Book!
The quick and easy way to end disputes. . .or maybe not. One of the great pleasures in life for some of us is a good game of Scrabble or – my favourite – Upwords. A dear Aunty of mine and I are keen players, and the main house rule is about whether a word can be...
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