Category: Reflections

Don’t bury the battery

Jesus once said: It is as if a man, going on a journey, summoned his slaves and entrusted his property to them; to one he gave five talents, to another two, to another one, to each according to his ability….

The body language of God

I came across a really interesting image recently. Mark Oakley calls Jesus ‘the body language of God’. I think that’s a pretty good way of describing who Jesus is for us.   We know that body language is…

Travelling light

When our younger son Sam was smaller, we noticed how when he went on any journey with us, he would always pack his bag with many things in case he got bored or hungry: headphones and a player,…

Demand – or gift?

One Sabbath Jesus was going through the cornfields, and as his disciples walked along, they began to pick some ears of corn. The Pharisees said to him, ‘Look, why are they doing what is unlawful on the Sabbath?’ He…

Come and see

The first chapter of John’s gospel begins with the great vision of the coming of the eternal Word into the world – and the dawning of the true light for all people. Then we hear about the baptism…

The starting place

Last week we were thinking about the hidden years of Jesus – from his birth to being aged 30. This week we pick up the story as Jesus comes fully onto the scene, at his baptism. Then Jesus…

Small epiphanies

So here we are again, back after Christmas. In Advent we thought about waiting, hoping and preparing. Now we are in the season of Epiphany – when we think of the light shining out from the one who…

Reflecting back on the year

At the end of the year, it can be really helpful to reflect back over the previous year. Not judging ourselves but noticing our moods and movements. How were the deeper currents in us flowing, below the often…

Preparing

The third part of our walk through Advent begins with three voices… I am Mary. My time is closer now, I feel the movement within me. Like countless mothers before me I feel the need to prepare, to…

Waiting

I am the voice of a mother, waiting nine months for the time to be completed, for the time to be right. My baby grows slowly, unseen: there is not much I can do but wait! As the…