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The Torn Curtain
One day when I was about 14 years old, some friends came to visit – two boys, the older one, Luke, was my age and the younger one, Simon, was my sister’s age. We went to the local park together without our parents, and as they were sporty types, they brought along some balls to…
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Pearl of great price
On Sunday this week we were thinking about maintaining a good life/work balance. I was looking after my 15 month-old son and he was absolutely determined to get out of the church and into the sunshine so I couldn’t stay and listen to the sermon, but what I did hear was enough. The preacher shared…
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Letting go
My little boy is now 13 months old. He’s cheerful, lively, funny, an excellent eater and sleeper, and very handsome indeed. But unlike most of the other babies in his NCT group, he isn’t walking. He was one of the first to walk holding on to my hands, and he has been cruising around the…
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Pressing On
10 I want to know Christ – yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, 11 and so, somehow, attaining to the resurrection from the dead. 12 Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold…
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Irresistible
The body is placed in the tomb By grieving men who risk Their reputations Wracked with sobs they Wordlessly wrap The limp figure in cloths Blood soaks through With each layer of linen The stain becomes smaller Their pain veiled With one last glance They seal the entrance Hands laden with spice Death is…
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The Foot of the Cross
Wood and earth Blood and dust The place of meeting Where people kneel Where sin is left Where grace overcomes Where the healing stream begins Where eternity touches temporary The hidden place To which all people are drawn To grasp the wood To kiss the feet To look up to the face of one…
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Captivating Melody
via Daily Prompt: Captivating The anthem of a crowd of supporters A pace song for the road Voices around the campfire Tender lyrics of love The gentlest of lullabies My greatest friend’s a singer The creator’s melody Deep and rich Mellow and clear Rawness, sadness, eternity It pierces my trembling soul Blood throbs in…
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Your labour is not in vain
This week my son started at nursery. Which means I started back at work. I have mixed feelings about this. I love my job. I am completely blessed to work in a field which is my hobby (music) and in a very small team of incredible people. I have missed them very much, and as…
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Power under perfect control
Today I led a service at church. The theme was gentleness, and I shared on Facebook that I was going to be leading and preaching on this theme. Someone commented this in response: “Just a comment, I don’t find ‘preaching’ to be a gentle word. But I wish you well.” I didn’t want to get…