Sunday, 15 November 2015
Saturday, 31 October 2015
Thursday, 10 September 2015
This weekend is going to be a busy one at church as we celebrate our 375th anniversary with an open day on Saturday. On Sunday I have a very informal induction as minister (photos to follow). I have been at King's Stanley Baptist Church for almost a year now so I'm already part of the furniture in many ways. The following weekend we join with other Baptist churches in the country who also celebrate being 375.
There is still so much to do... I have no ears, although I do have paws! I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date! OK, it hasn't happened yet so I'm not late, just dragging my little bob-tail in getting everything finalized. A moment to 'paws' (excuse the pun) and listen to the hymn that was written by Graham Kendrick for all the churches who are 375. Click here to listen. How fantastic!
Thursday, 20 August 2015
Sometimes words aren't enough
And seem so empty
When the void of love stings
Where memories linger
Pain now frequents
Those places we wandered
Entrenched in my mind
In the pit of my stomach
My body it aches
My spirit is lost
In a pool of depression
A hopeless omission
Of passion now lost.
Copyright revdjo 20/8/15
Friday, 24 July 2015
Shhhuuuu listen.... what do you hear?
This morning there is the quiet pitter patter of rain drops breaking into the quiet. How often do we actually stop and listen properly? How often do we actually stop? The world is a busy and demanding place. We live amongst the noise. How can we expect to hear God unless we stop and listen? I am always blown away by the way he communicates. It is so easy to miss him if we are not careful. Is God in the rain? Now there's a question.
Wait, look.... what do you see?
I have been on holiday this last week and have had fun visiting different places and taking a few crazy photos, as you do. I have also been amazed at spotting both a kestrel and a peregrine falcon out in the wild (well I think that's what they were), oh... and a number of wild rabbits. Got to keep that food chain going. On a slightly different note, we also have a frog living in our shed, either that or my husband needs his eyes testing! I have no idea what he is doing there as we have no fish pond nearby. The frog, that is, not my husband.
What I hear and what I see often draw me to the scriptures. These are the verses that God has encouraged me with as a result of stopping to look and listen. May you to hear the gentle whisper of God and see signs of Him as He encourages you on your journey.
The Lord appears to Elijah 1 Kings 19:9-12And the word of the Lord came to him: ‘What are you doing here, Elijah?’
10 He replied, ‘I have been very zealous for the Lord God Almighty. The Israelites have rejected your covenant, torn down your altars, and put your prophets to death with the sword. I am the only one left, and now they are trying to kill me too.’
11 The Lord said, ‘Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.’
Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
Wednesday, 24 June 2015
Sometimes words aren't enough to say what we mean. They paint pictures but still leave much unsaid. Poetry whispers and shouts emotions more eloquently than other forms of words on a page. I guess that's why I enjoy reading the psalms. This year has been one where perhaps lament has been more appropriate than joy. It started with me taking the funeral of an uncle. My father died. A good friend died. An aunt has also now sadly passed away. Why? I guess it was just their time.
Life is short. It's meant to be lived and enjoyed. Why do we spend so much time arguing and falling out with one another?
We are left with the memories of loved ones ingrained in our hearts. They remain a reminder of joy shared and lives entwined.
In memory of Pauline....
With painted nails
hair in style
and raspberry lips
from which you
Dainty tiny feet
danced a tale
of long ago
of joy and
Dark brown eyes
twinkled to the
dawn of yesterday
no more alight