‘”Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; for one’s life does not consist in the abundance of possessions.’ – Luke 12: 15
This post is dedicated to the community picnic organised by St Michael’s Summertown on Sunday 4th September, in the church gardens, engaging with the community about the issues which affect us all.
My experience of moving jobs is obviously associated with moving the family as well and all of the associated problems and challenges that this brings – moving schools, changing jobs, getting connected with phones and internet, energy suppliers, council waste and recycling schemes, making new friends. The list goes on. Continue reading “Live life light”
My grandmother’s house was dark, cramped and cheerless. She lived in an early Victorian terrace with a company of cats and an outside loo. As a child I remember how unfamiliar this dwelling felt compared with my own home. It seemed, therefore, quite incongruous that, in this rather depressing place, one of my most vivid memories is of a wooden plaque mounted on the wall of the sitting room which read, “Laugh, and the world laughs with you.” Little did I know that these lines were part of a poem entitled Solitude by the American author, Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Continue reading “Tears and laughter”
The courier arrived at the pre-ordained time. The table tennis table needed to be carried to the back garden. Unfortunately the table did not come ready made. It was contained in a cardboard casing which was bigger than any recycling bin could handle. This was a flat-pack and required assembly before the family could enjoy any fun and games. Continue reading “Flat-pack church”
I remember when the punk movement emerged in 1977; I almost remember the day (if that is possible). A Sunday lunchtime documentary presented by Janet Street Porter reported on this new phenomenon which was hitting the streets of London. Punk was anarchistic. angry and iconoclastic. The movement inspired a very different ‘look.’ Clothes were torn, metal studs, chains and staples were de rigueur as was the preference for dyed hair, mohicans and body piercings of many varieties. This look was meant to shock and disturb, it was loud and uncompromising, it was rebellious. Continue reading “More pink than punk”
I remember the journey from London to Monmouth over 11 years ago. Leaving one role and about to start another – I had cause for hope and optimism – travelling to a new place, a new landscape, a new context to share the gospel. During that journey, I heard the shocking news that Br Roger, the prior of the ecumenical monastic community in Taizé, France had been murdered, stabbed in the back, during prayers. I felt desolate but also outraged about this attack on a helpless man of God who was reaching the natural end of his life. Continue reading “A little springtime”