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Spirit and Fire

Readings for 2nd Sunday in Lent
Genesis 12: 1-4a, Romans 4: 1-5; 13-17 and Matthew 3.1-12

Saturday 11th March12
In his Commission to his disciples, Jesus tells them to make disciples of all nations in the power of his name, and to baptise them. The baptism bit often gets overlooked. We are baptised once, and through it we enter The Church, The Body of Christ. It has meaning beyond the social occasions so often seen these days at baptism services as the reading from Matthew reminds us: we are baptised with the Holy Spirit and fire. This is not an occasion simply of cute welcome, but of being purified for God. And although we are baptised only once, we need to keep re-entering its reality over again. Come Holy Spirit in all your power.

All I Want for Christmas.

Friday 12th December 2014

Christmas is not about the thousand lights of a town display. Christmas for me is room with the main lights switched off and the Christmas Tree lights the only form of illumination.


Christmas Tree lights are the nearest we ever get to the effect of an room with just an open fire; or a space lit by a lamp or two; or indeed an intimate gather with only candles giving light.

Shadows are deeper, skin tones are warmer, mystic replaces harsh realities and faces glow and seem more animated.

Magical are the face of children before Christmas Tree lights and parents melt into softness. A Christinge Service gives the same effect. An orange, a candle and Jesus as a candle light. Nothing too garish or bright, a simple flickering glow. All I really want at Christmas!

Rev’d Canon Simon Moor, Vicar of Huddersfield Parish Church

From the Frying Pan and into the Fire – Potentially

There I was outside the lift on the seventh floor looking to descend to the fourth. The flashing numbers told me I would have to wait a while before the lift came up so high – it was one of those lifts with a reputation.

I then, feeling quite self-smug at the fitness opportunity, took the stairs.

At the fourth floor landing there was a gathering of faces. Those were the very faces that I had just shared breakfast.

‘We can’t get out,’ said Mr. Purple, ‘The door is locked.’

Although I attracted the attention of someone outside, there was to be no joy and no exit there.

Laughing and commenting, “How stupid”, we tried the doors on the fifth and  then the sixth floors – same result. We eventually ended up where we started, breathing a little quicker. We then recounted our story to those gathered at the lift door and who had not attempted to ‘take the stairs’.

Here’s the rub! A fire alarm seems to have locked the doors below the seventh floor. Can you see the problem? A real fire – you are not to use the lifts and the stair didn’t offer a means of egress either.

Mmmm…..I thought…this will preach!