“Jesus said to them ‘Come and have breakfast’. Now none of the disciples dared to ask him ‘Who are you?’ Because they knew it was the Lord.” (John Ch 21.12 NRSV) We normally do our shopping on Saturday Leaving home after eight We then have new food, fresh each Sunday. Prayer day for Muslims is Friday Each religious festival has its date. It might be every day We buy a little new food When it comes to Christmas. On the special day When celebration includes feasting We have food in plenty Food for the days after too. On Sunday, when my health allows, I travel to London, to church Sharing the especial blessing of remembering Through the Eucharist meal. - September 2013
January Can be Sad, the blues…
“But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. ‘The Lord is my portion,’ says my soul, ‘therefore I will hope in him.’ (Lamentations 3.21-24, NRSV)
The lights on on the tables in the basement Christmas was over, it went quickly this year, suddenly gone. Yesterday I saw pale sunlight that shone lighting buildings and people; it, the still lightness, sent testement through the air, the Greater enlightenment does this, for me, too. God upon this earth: the stable truth the gift of gifts that lifts our English dark-sky-time; choirs singing, praising that extraordinary human simplicity the baby bearing, sharing, God’s complexity. It is love. When this year ends, released laughing Will be back, the strings and chains of coloured lights on roofs.
“The Lord is good to those who wait for him, To the soul that seeks him.” (Lamentations 3.25, NRSV) - January 2013