For far too many years, I would have put my hand up, arm straight, “I know! I know!” Whatever the subject. I always knew. I was always right; you were always wrong and I got a kick out of making sure you knew that I was right and you were wrong. How come? Well, whenContinue reading ““I haven’t got a clue…””
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‘I just want to go home.”
“I just want to go home! Why can’t I go home to glory?” A conversation was had between my youngest brother and the doctors. “We think it is time to put Sid onto palliative care.” “Why won’t the Lord take me to glory?” “Dad, sssh. Listen.” Eventually he did. “The doctors are going to putContinue reading “‘I just want to go home.””
What a Legacy!
A man who refused to be defined by his disability. Restricted by, for certain, but never defined. A man who lived his life to the maximum. You might say that his maximum was less than an able bodied man, but you would be hard-pressed to prove it. A man whose resilience sometimes morphed into stubbornness;Continue reading “What a Legacy!”
Goodbye, Grandma Betty
The “always there” human North Star of the Compass of my spirituality has gone. Through the door that we call “death,” a horrible word that fails to tell the truth. “Goodbye for now. You have filled every day of my sixty-three years with your kindness, with your prayers and with your interest. I feel veryContinue reading “Goodbye, Grandma Betty”
When Everything’s On Fire
Two years ago, mum passed away. And in her passing I discovered a gate that led, out of the garden in my heart, and into a wide panorama of beauty and life. I chose to open the gate and found myself exploring The Great Adventure. For the first time in my life, I was finallyContinue reading “When Everything’s On Fire”
That Persistent Whisper
I had just had a great cup of coffee and a good catch-up with one of my close friends, an honorary member of My Band Of Blokes. I always leave invigorated and thoughtful. And today was no exception. As I slowly walked (thanks to sciatica) home, I approached a very small car, the size ofContinue reading “That Persistent Whisper”
Where the Light Fell
I have always absorbed Philip Yancey’s books. He has never been afraid to ask awkward questions of the church, or of God. The rebel in me kind of likes that. This is subtitled, “A Memoir” and in his usual way, he shines a light on his own life, and the pain that has been enduredContinue reading “Where the Light Fell”
Who would have thought
When you don’t see any startling marks of your own religious condition or your usefulness to God, think of the Baby in the stable and the little Boy in the streets of Nazareth. The very life was there which was to change the whole history of the human race. And that is a profound thought.Continue reading “Who would have thought”
Goodbye Joan
On Wednesday, October 6, 2021, family and friends gathered to say goodbye to my Aunt. The Tuesday and Wednesday left me reeling in astonishment and wonder. I stayed with dad. Always a risk. Dad is eighty-six, his world shrunken by dementia and Covid-19. He didn’t understand why I had travelled for the funeral. I triedContinue reading “Goodbye Joan”
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The Papa Journey 