Sunday 20 March
The simplest of memories from the South Yorkshire village of Hoylandswaine.
We were walking fro the chapel to the church one Palm Sunday behind our donkey. The
Vicar and choir were robed, the sun shone and people we passed received palm crosses. Even cars were hailed and given the same gift.
Six years or so later I am loitering in Huddersfield Parish Church when a man comes over and asks if I was once the vicar of Hoylandswaine. I nervously said yes.
They said they received a palm cross which was blu-tac-ed onto their dash board. Only being given the cross flipped a switch in their spirituality from which baptism and commitment flowed.
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Monday 15 February
We have prayer, which we adapted from conference attended by some of the staff at Huddersfield Parish Church.
In essence, we ask God to be present in our planning, prayer and presence, in our community and beyond. Our dream is to look to growing our church, not just in ‘bums on seats’ but in relationships with each other and with Jesus.
Wanting each individual to be enhanced by their spiritual wellbeing, enabling everyone to bring back and share in the mix of our community.
In the words of Jonathan Livingstone Seagull: “The gull sees farthest who flies higher!”
24 April 2015
I was talking with a friend who is hearty and well. This is at the end of a sustained period of depression.
From small, scared and insignificant to self sustaining self aware and spiritually alive.
They remind me of some certain Easter disciples.
The Rev’d Canon Simon Moor
Even in prophesy there is laughter!
The morning prayer reading from the Old Testament was from. Isaiah 28 – a section read thus and was repeated a second time:
Therefore the word of the Lord will be to them,
‘Precept upon precept, precept upon precept,
line upon line, line upon line,
here a little, there a little’;
The first time I smiled, the second time mirth was bubbling up. Old MacDonald had a farm and “Everywhere a little, little!” Well it Just jumped into my mind and out through my chuckle muscle.
Does God titter? Can spirituality laugh.
I hope so!