Readings for 3rd Sunday in Lent
Exodus 17: 1-7, Romans 5: 1-11 & John 4: 5-42
Monday 13th March
When we hear of time spent in the wilderness, what do we picture? An arid dry place? Somewhere familiar, or a landscape beyond our experience? We live in one of the most built up areas in our country, but an area where we are never far from the moors. I wonder what landscape we picture? I wonder if a distant wilderness is more frightening because of its unknown dangers, or if it is the desolation of the familiar moors which strikes us cold, because we may be only too aware of its dangers.
In Sunday’s reading from Exodus, God’s people are travelling from the wilderness “by stages”, and journeying towards the place God has promised them. There is danger, there is risk. There is the known and the unknown. And there is God.
Question: As we find ourselves in the middle of Lent 2017, I wonder what stage of the journey from wilderness to promise we find ourselves at. Are we in the middle of a journey from unbelief to faith? We may be confident of our direction and hopeful of our destination – or we may find ourselves unable to see an end to the wilderness of work, stress, anxiety and pressure.
Prayer: Creator God, you are the God of my everyday, the close & familiar – and you are the God of the wilderness places in my life and heart. Open the eyes of my heart to feel your presence on this journey. Amen.
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19 April 2015
I recall an evening in the late 1980’s, a Bishop’s Certificate tutorial held in Matlock, Derbyshire. The leader, the vicar of Monyash, spoke of a certain farm labourer he knew, years before.
Now, he was no scholar, not even a church worker and worshipped only once or so a month at evensong. There was suggested he was not so much a quiet individual as a non-communicator with anyone really. What made him stand out was that he stopped off to and from his job on a farm both morning and night. Indeed when it was suggested that the church be locked it was his faithfulness that demanded the door be left open.
When eventually asked about his daily routine, he responded that no words were exchanged in his moments alone with God.
“I looks at him and he (Jesus on the cross) looks at me.”
With that simple statement his beautiful and basic faith was secure.
Rev’d Simon Moor – Vicar of Huddersfield
The guide at Niagara Falls went on and on about the size and volume of water cascading over the falls. Unimpressed the Yorkshire Dalesman said, “Well, it would wunt it – there’s now’t t’ stop it!”
The last week or so have been a bit of a cascade, too much like a personal Niagara. A wall of tasks have backed up and “there’s now’t t’ stop it!”
The mundane is back logged by a lot of preparation time for a weekend away starting next Thursday.
The breach will come soon!
Another night back down from bed – sleep escapes me because my mind is too active. Never mind plenty to do and prepare.
Night worms are insidious gremlins. An hour ago I was sleepy and ready. A few well chosen subjects and I’m wide awake and heading down stairs.
Plenty to occupy an hour until I re-enter the dream factory.
A day away from the common round…..
A little longer in bed and a fair bit of that asleep.
A slow start and mistaken 30 seconds of Jeremy Kyle. (29 seconds too long…!)
The ‘me’ time was limited by two minor jobs one which took far too much time.
I am now more tired than usual.