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  • At Home in Lent - Days 28 and 29

    Day 28 - Calendar

    Day 29 - Radio

    So as I catch up, having missed yesterday because things didn't entirely go to plan (mostly in a highly positive way) it amuses me that the objects calendar and radio are forced together...

    The calendar (or diary) tells me what day it is and what I have planned for the day ahead, the radio wakes me up (if the kitties haven't already sone so) with news of the wider world and the inane, enjoyable chatter of the early morning show.

    The 'official' reflections are about significant dates and about hearing God's voice, each of which is worthwhile pondering.  I'm just amused that at the start of another full day, having snatched an extra 30 minutes rest listening to music radio, these are the object to consider.

    God, you sometimes speak in whispers, in silence, in others.... and, for me, in 'things that make you go, 'hmmm...'' Thank you for 'hmmm' moments.

  • Lent 4 - Evening Service

    This centrepiece was prepared and ready when I arrived for yesterday's evening service.

    A reflection on the mystery of repentance and reconciliation, connectedness and interconnectedness. The knots were for prayers.

    It was very beautiful. Thank you, P.

  • At Home in Lent - Day 27

    Today it's not so much an object as a range of possible objects - keepsakes.  The things we keep to remember people or places, but in this case especially people who have died.

    I kept my Mum's pyrex measuring jug and her ancient tablespoon - practical objects that connect me with her, and with the past, but which have value and purpose in the present.

    When my grandma died, my Mum decided which keepsakes we were each given, so I had some beads, long since given away. More recently, I fell heir to my grandparents fish kives and forks, which languish in a cupboard.

    The 'keepsakes' Jesus left were not permanent objects but lasting ordinances (my choice of words here!) bread broken, wine poured, memories remembered.

    Thank you, God, for memories, and for mementoes, for all they symbolise and signify. May memories inspire hopeful living now and always. Amen.