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I read today about a new kind of memorial for the First World War. It will be a large scale public artwork, made of words. Neil Bartlett, an English novelist and theatre-director, and Kate Pullinger, winner of the Governor General’s Literary Award […]
I was in the grocery store a couple of weeks ago and I was spent. The night before was probably one of those teething nights. I can't remember
On Thursday night at Dinner Church, we were anticipating Pentecost. We shared the passage from John 14 when Jesus promises the Advocate who will remain with his disciples
When Beangirl was small, we decided to sidestep the Easter bunny and instead offer her an Easter morning treasure hunt around our little apartment. We wrote out clues
Some days, the gospel seems clear, but it's hard to talk about. Usually when reading the story of Lazarus, I find myself thinking about the sisters in this story.
Our biggest pie fan (and one of our oldest friends) was visiting this weekend, so I had a second go at the passion fruit tart idea. This time,
Sometimes you don't know how things are going to end up. When I was plotting Valentine's Day a few weeks ago, I bought two teacups on eBay. I should
Blessed are the broken. That's the beatitudes in a nutshell but, of course, none of the blessings stop there. Blessed are the broken because things are going to
There are two bits that jump out of this week's lectionary passage in the Gospel and both are connected to the naming of names. Maybe it's because we've
On Thursday morning, Plum and I went to church together for the school assembly. Twice a year, the students from the local primary school come across the street
Hard words this morning. Words that we've been trying to match up to headlines for generations. Words of Christ. Then he said to them, “Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom
Yesterday was Reformation Sunday, next week is All Saints, and then we're onto Remembrance Day. Remember, remember, it's almost November. Perhaps it is the darkening days that do it.
Yesterday, Plum was baptised. It was a bright day with a clear blue sky overhead. I thought that it felt a bit like Thanksgiving. Maybe because Beangirl was
Yesterday, it was the Cheerios box. At lunch time, it was sitting on the floor next to the table. Not spilt or thrown or even knocked over. Probably
With a title like that and a new baby in the house, you'd be forgiven for thinking I was focussing (again?) on patience or something of that ilk.
It's been a week since our newest little one arrived. He was born in the middle of our expat life in Edinburgh, at home in our rented apartment. We're
Good news at last! Our newest little one arrived just before elevenses on Friday morning. He's gorgeous and all-occupying and I haven't much else to say. We're all
When he said it, I wondered if it was just about food. It may have been. But the conversation seemed to deepen, and I think he was speaking
Monday morning brings grey skies around here, a little wind to blow to blossoms away, a quiet house, and time to read. I'm also feeling heavy and hungry
When the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place. And suddenly from heaven there came a sound like the rush of a violent