Yesterday I was at one of the hospitals to see one of the consultants to discuss some stuff.  When I arrived what I saw was truly beautiful...

One little old lady who struggled to walk, even with a stick

One consultant oncologist gently took her arm and walked slowly with her to his exmaination room.

Angels unawares perchance?

My fave metaphor for theology, and for thinking of God, is the kaleidoscope, an image I first encountered in a little book by a guy called Paul Minnear on Images of the Church.

Each new insight is like another chip of coloured glass and/or another twist or shake of the 'toy' and every new design is amazing.

This morning as I've laboured with my sermon it's been because the beauty of the images is too amazing to express in mere words.

Hope I can transmit some of my wonder to others and help them find new images/patterns of their own.

It appears this blog platform has undergone some changes which impact the format of posts... apologies for any confusion this may cause as I try to resolve the settings!

This is the name of a book of prayers by Kathy Keay, but it is also the two words that came to mind after yesterday evening's TV viewing.  Scheduling in Scotland is subtley different from England and Wales, so maybe the connection only works for those living in this TV area.

Firstly I watched the programme on BBC2 about people searching for silence, The Big Silence, which happened to include a delightful Glaswegian, so there was some 'home' interest.  As someone who regularly spends many hours in a kind of silence, but who is also (normally) very busy it was interesting to watch these folk seeking space.  I was challenged by the idea of hearing the stars, though hearing a candle flame is in my experience; I'd like to hear the stars singing...

Then I watched The Apprentice on BBC1, full of noise and nonsense and people who (as portrayed) postured and in one case had the audacity to accuse Mancunians of being backwards (OK my interpretation of what he said).  There was a lot of shouting, people talking over each other and not listening, as each sought to show that they were the one to be kept.  The contrast was stark.

And yet silence and shouting need not be opposites - sometimes it is in the silence that our deepest cries find articulation and we are able to shout silently.  The trailer for coming episodes of The Big Silence hints at the way silence opens us to express our shouts as well as maybe finding stillness.

The Elijah story of God in the sound of sheer silence is overworked, but it is notable that the story also includes a lot of shouting too.

Sometimes in the wee small hours, when sleep is evasive, and the drug effects causes thirst or discomfort, I find it is good just to be still in the silence and let the unspoken shouts of my inner most being wing heavenward where they are transformed into singing.

The first triple is triple B... Broadband Behaving Badly, which it has been doing all day today.  If it stays up for three mintues at a time I'm pleased!  No idea what the problem is, just seem to have to keep resetting this and that... maybe its the rain, maybe it's a butterfly in outer Mongolia.  Anyway, it seems to be a little more stable now so I'll blog while I  can!

Sunday coming we are finishing our series on the Bible with a service called 'Bible Inspired Living' a rather grand title for the thoughts I will share, but one that seems fitting as an end to a few weeks that have been fun and challenging.  Three lots of triples I want to hold together, and not sure if that makes it a 'cubic' (for those who think I'm a bit algebraic ;-) ) or what.  Anyway....

Triple 1 - the three persons of the Trinity

Triple 2 - faith, hope and love

Triple 3 - upwards, inwards, outwards

Not quite sure where it'll go yet, but it's fun playing with the ideas.

(And amazingly my broadband conection has stayed up long enough to type this!)