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One facet of Communion is the forgivEE remembering with gratitude what it cost The ForgivER to make communion possible. The Communion table – the bread and the wine – give structure and form – a way of keeping that gratitude and remembrance before our faces.
Continue reading “In Communion?”
Hopping into Rod’s lovely new V6 Commodore after the 42 degree day of our wedding in 1986 – pre air-conditioning being the usual thing – meant we were seriously happy in the expectation of the marvel of instant cool air about to greet us. All the photos show shiny faces, slicks down the centre backs of all the guys suit coats and a heightened glow that had more to do with the temperature than anything else.
Continue reading “Spiritual Confetti”
We all have stock-standard jokes. Lines. Go-to stories. Our family has sat around the dinner table many a night as our kids have grown up and worked in various service areas – shops and cafes – and customers have a surprisingly short list of comments – of which I sadly am one. So when we think we’re being funny and amusing to the waitress, or the young man at Bunnings – unless it’s their first day on the job, your remark is unlikely to be their first hearing. (“No price tag? Oh it must be free then”. Go on – admit it. You know you’ve said it).
I once planted a garden with some floaty ideas of what I might like to do there when it was fully formed. I didn’t have a timeline or finish date… I never quiiiiiiite finished and I’ve never done any of the ideas i first imagined in that lovely little space that is now falling down and is beyond my capacity to repair.
Continue reading “At Christmas: Who you say I am”
Free advice AND fix from mechanic today on car air con problem “Drive faster an’ put both windows down”
VSP 🙂
What if the answer is just so simple that we are the problem for not just accepting it as such?
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Jesus was wrapped and laid down two times – once each at the book-ends of His physical time earthside.
They wrapped Him in swaddling clothes and laid Him in a manger.
They wrapped Him in linen cloths and laid him in a tomb.
The fellas at Shalom House have very varied stories, but two of the same name came to mind this morning. Every Saturday night there is a bring & share meal and one of these dinners found us sitting at a table with the older Martin – and his dad. They sat quietly together but smiled and spoke when friendliness was extended.
Continue reading “A Tale of Two Martins”