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A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 564

  • Home Again!

    I had lovely week (or thereabouts) visiting family and friends, although to be honest the amount of driving was more than I feel up for these days... never less than fifty a day and typically a couple of hundred.  Now I am back home, have thrown on my old jeans and a tee-shirt, eaten porridge and am back to work - albeit working from home today as I have a gazillion emails on my laptop to work through.

    Lots of good things to enjoy whilst I was away.  Highlights inlcuded one last birthday party organised by my Mum for close family, complete with a lovely cake decorated by my sister, and then a visit to Dibley which had echoes of Geraldine Granger as I tottered from coffee at house A to lunch at house B to tea at house C.

    Really lovely to see so many friends and relations, really good to eat lovely food, fun to play games such as Hummbug and Scrabble at various homes... and lovely at the end of it to sleep in my own bed and be woken by my gorgeous pussy cat!  As the song says, it is so nice to go travelling, but it's so much nicer to come home!

    Just the small matter of creating an Epiphany service ex nihilo now!!

  • Well it made me think...

    Seen in a motorway service station (I've seen it umpteen times before, as it's been a favourite stopping place for over twenty years (eek!) but I decided to copy it down this time)

     

    "The landscape we see is not a picture frozen in time only to be cherished and protected.

    "Rather it is the continuing story of the earth itself when man, in concert with the hills and other living things, shapes and reshapes the changing picture we now see.

    "And in it we may read the hopes and priorities, the ambitions and errors, the craft and creatviity of those who went before us.

    "We must never forget that tomorrow it will reflect with brutal honesty the vision, values and endeavours of our own lives, to those who will follow us."

     

    Do you recognise it?  Have you seen it as you supped your beverage or munched a meal?  Does it resonate at all?

  • Happy New Year!

    Wishing all my readers a very Happy New Year, and praying that 2013 will be peaceful, enjoyable, healthy and hope-filled.


    Normal posting will be resumed shortly!!

  • Christmas Day

    By the wonders of advanced posting...

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     Wishing all my readers a Blessed Christmas and a Happy, Healthy and Hope-Filled 2013.

    Christmas Day sees me leading worship around tables with steaming mugs of coffee/tea and Christmas goodies, then we clear the tables and reset for a Community Christmas Lunch to wihcih all comers are welcome. 

    I will be offline now until after the New Year, and would like to thank everyone who has supported this blog by reading and commenting (or trying to) over the past year.

     

    May God bless you, and all those you love, today and everyday.

  • Christmas Eve

    002.JPGA jam jar nativity?  No, it's one of forty jam jar lanterns made for our families and children's watchnight service, waiting to be painted with glass paints.  I had an amusing morning transferring peel off stickers onto jam jars - stars, bells, natiivty scenes, snowmen, Christmas trees... you name it, we had it!

    This year the level of coughs and colds and other lurgies is high, so I was very happy when we had half a dozen children and roughly double that number of adults.  Ably assisted by our knitted sheep and some sound effects we shared a retelling of the nativity story from a sheep's eye view!

    Later I will going a midnight service, and hope to find something special there too.

    Tomorrow is the 'big day' worship and then community lunch for whoever arrives... then that's it for another year!  Or is it?

     

    What was the first Christmas Eve like, Lord God?

    A heavily pregant girl going into labour in an overcrowded house in an overflowing town

    A man watching, helpless, as his young wife moaned and pushed, assisted undoubtedly by the local stool-woman

     

    And all around them life (and death) carrying on just the same as ever

    Beggars begging

    Soldiers soldiering

    Bullies bullying...

    And beyond neat alliteration people starving, weeping, cheating,

    Hoping, waiting, cooking, drinking, cleaning...

     

    Unseen

    Almost unheard

    A tiny waif slipped into the experienced hands of the midwife

    Opened his tiny mouth

    Filled his infant lungs

    And let out a mighty yell...

     

    And the man wiped sweat form the young girls brow

    And the girl drew the infant to her heavy breast

    And you, God, you nestled safe and content in her arms...

     

    Emmanuel, God with us.