It’s now 14 years since my ordination, I served for 20 years as a volunteer in ministry prior to that. I admit to having felt tired for the last six months; not exhausted or burnt out, but more emotionally tired than physically or spiritually.
Three Crosses, Two Criminals, One Innocent Man
Three Deaths, Two Responses, One Man Saved
A year ago today I was a little bit hasty getting up off the floor after putting on my shoes, and less than a second later I had injured my knee. It was a tiny, seemingly innocuous movement, which subsequently had a massive impact on my year.
The human body has a remarkable ability to self-heal. Physical scars can be ugly, but they are a sign that healing has taken place. A scar is a mark of restoration, and a sign of healing. The same can be true of emotional scars.
Tracy likes to collect sea glass : fragments of broken and worthless glass which have been worn down and dulled by the movement of the ocean. When she goes out looking for sea glass, she has to tune herself in to what she’s looking for. There are plenty of other distractions, countless different shapes & sizes of rocks, pebbles, shingle.…
Last year was a bit of a blow out in oh so many ways.
Aside from the pandemic and its associated lockdowns, there were also significant changes & challenges at Church. One of the things which suffered was my running. By the end of the year my running stats were woeful…
One of the lessons I’ve learned again during this year is that life is short and unpredictable, and we need to make the most of every moment we’re blessed with.
Having started by reflecting on the art of sailing and being led to the work of the Holy Spirit, I now come to some reflections on the nature & purpose of a windmill. [if you’ve not read the first post, I recommend you do so before continuing] This weekend I visited the windmill mentioned in the earlier post. – see the photos…