Tag Archives: Life

Easter Open

28 April 2015

In the car with an eminent Muslim gentleman we talked of open faith that accepts and allows others to grow. 

Jesus concept of ‘life in all its fullness’ is alive and well when we are ready to be open. 

An Easter imperative?

Rev’d Simon Moor – Vicar of Huddersfield,

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Something Just Jumped Out at Me!

“Death defeated, life vindicated” – a line from today’s lectionaries reading – from 2 Timothy 1 (The Message Version) perhaps sums up our ability to be fully human.

I have know a number of individuals who have died with me present and who were ‘ready’ and, more heartening, were neither afraid nor frightened. They were not afraid of death nor frightened of the future after the moment of dying.

Faith turns the tables on death. It is not even about being prepared, which makes death something to be faced with human valour. “Death defeated” can take fear out of our sphere of torment simply because “life vindicated” gives our mere human form freedom to live life fully- no need to whittle about future – all is within God’s realm.

Smooth stones and Pretty Shells

“Even Newton had no idea he was going to change the way folk looked at the universe when he set out. Not that he saw it that way. He ended up saying he felt like he’d been a boy playing on a seashore, occasionally finding a smoother stone or a prettier shell, while the great ocean of truth lay undiscovered all around him.”*

What pretty things have we found today? In the scheme of the universe our smooth stone or a pretty shell is beyond tiny and so insignificant.

Yet, the universe is made up of such shards of star light and perhaps our lives are held together with such radiant filaments.

And the undiscovered? – waiting to be discovered!

 

 

*Reginald Hill – The Stranger House p.286

God’s Habits

This last Thursday I was driving up the M1 to Yorkshire. Motorways are a marvel when they are flowing, allowing us to travel quickly to our friends, family, meetings and appointments. Driving on them, however, rarely makes for an altogether exciting experience.

Taking advice directly from an overheard matrix sign, I decided to take a break from my journey and pulled off the carriageway into a Nottinghamshire service station. The décor was grey, drab and tired – in need of some TLC. Customers were sparse, outnumbered by the staff of the outlets by 3 to 1.

I ordered a cup of coffee, paid for it and turned away from the till to sit down at one of the wobbly-legged, Formica tables. If I didn’t say it out loud, then I was a hair’s breadth away from doing so:

“This is a godforsaken place.”

No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than, as if in direct response, a blue people carrier pulled into the car park outside the coffee shop. If my life were a Hollywood movie, uplifting music would have started playing and the sun would have peered round the edge of the clouds abundant in the sky.

The doors of the car opened and there they were, resplendent and with smiles on their faces; happy, chatty and clearly revelling in their conversation.

Who were they, these sparks of light in an otherwise dreary world?

Two nuns, that’s who.

They were at that moment in my life a breath of fresh air; a reminder when it was needed most that God is present at all times and in all places and, more than that, is actively bringing happiness, light and life to the seemingly most mundane circumstances. I suspect that it is something that we would all do well to remember, and something I will certainly try not to forget.