Recently I wrote a poem called 'And this is Grace'. On Facebook, someone commented that I could just as easily be talking about a 'beloved partner' than about God. I replied that much as I loved my partner, I would not use this sort of language about him. To me, the language of the poem … Continue reading the sexualisation of the sacred?
Lord, I'm so busy, my focus is on all of my doings. Enjoying the satisfaction of getting things done, and yet in the hub-bub I hear you I hear you in the silent place, where you, arms wide, welcome me to your cross. So, searching for the silent place, I kneel and wait kneel and … Continue reading the silent place
Sometimes it hurts to lift my hands. Not necessarily from great pain or grief, although certainly there have been times when that was true. Often they are simply tired or heavy. Today my arms are physically aching, but I chose to lift them anyway.Pondering the nature of worship, I reflected that so often we are … Continue reading choosing to lift my hands