You Chose the Cross (Lost in Wonder)

In two weeks it will be Easter; for now it’s still Lent. This morning at church we shall sing this song as we reflect on Jesus’ journey to the cross You chose the cross with ev’ry breath;the perfect life, the perfect death.You chose the cross.A crown of thorns You wore for us,and crowned us withContinue reading “You Chose the Cross (Lost in Wonder)”

The Apparently Impossible…

Three stories from yesterday: At our ‘Music for Wellbeing’ group we sung the old English folk song ‘Scarborough Fair’ (made famous by Simon and Garfunkel). It’s a story of unrequited love… The young man says that his lover must complete impossible tasks…. sewing a seamless cambric shirt – impossible because cambric’s a light fabric usedContinue reading “The Apparently Impossible…”

You Don’t Know What You’re Doing

Jack and Brandis sat behind us at the football at Norwich last Saturday… On the pitch at half time Jack asks Brandis to marry him… He’s been planning it for months, she has no idea… She says, ‘Yes.’ The West Brom supporters chant, ‘You don’t know what you’re doing!’ Everyone laughs. It’s a familiar footballContinue reading “You Don’t Know What You’re Doing”

Preparing for the Mists of Mystery

Yesterday… …At our Men’s Shed Richard’s made a new seat, he says, with ‘two pallets, a saw, a hand full of nails, a little imagination.’ I think there’s a fair bit of skill too… …I met a friend at Costa. He’s planning to move to Yorkshire… making a fresh start… moving closer to his partner’sContinue reading “Preparing for the Mists of Mystery”

Would I Lie To You?

Sometimes we watch the TV comedy panel show ‘Would I Lie To You?’. The regular presenter and team captains are joined by celebrity guests. Players reveal unusual facts, outrageous claims, embarrassing personal tales; the opposing team must determine truth from lies, drawing the viewing audience in with them. Teams score a point for correctly discerningContinue reading “Would I Lie To You?”

Prayers From Kippers

Kippers are herring, a small oily fish, split from tail to head, gutted, salted, and cold-smoked over smouldering wood. Reflecting on Lowestoft’s traditional herring industry, folks who worked on and remember the fishing fleets, local remaining smoke-houses, led me to ‘kipper-prayers’ this morning: Happy Memories: Mum occasionally gave us kippers for breakfast. I remember ourContinue reading “Prayers From Kippers”