We saw a stranger yesterday,
We put food in the eating place,
Drink in the drinking place,
Music in the listening place,
And, with the name of the triune
He blessed us and our house,
Our cattle and our dear ones.
As the lark says in her song:
Often, often, often, goes Christ in
the stranger’s guise.
Spirit of the Living God
Present with us now
Bless us, body, mind and spirit
And heal us of all that harms us
Have you seen the partwork that is available at the moment, about building a model railway, set in the 1960s? My mother loves train sets, and went into transports of delight (unintentional pun – if you didn’t get it, it wasn’t worth getting anyway) when she saw it. My dad has now got it on subscription for her. In every issue, you get another building to stick together. I know having tried to do this, and having seen layouts at a great place called Pecorama in Dorset, about how creative this hobby can be, but like many creative hobbies, it can also become an obsession. For my mother, this is taking her back to her childhood, when, as soon as they had broken up from school for the summer hols, my mum’s bed would get pushed right under the window in her room, and the train set would go down on the floor. It would stay down for the whole of the summer, and it was the only time her brother (my uncle and godfather) was allowed into her room! I love that story! My grandfather has always had a fiery temper, and has mellowed with age. Then, his temper was explosive! However, the trains was one thing that seemed to bring father and children (male and female) together in relative harmony. There’s not many things in life these days that can span the generations like that, but in my experiences, anything that involves creativity does come pretty close!
…because it feels like it. Okay, maybe just parts of the world. Why oh why do some people seem to think that killing everyone is the answer to the world’s problems? It only makes things worse. I still pray for a peaceful, tolerant world where everyone can see that everyone is a human being with worth. That may be a naive hope. I’m sure it is. Justin Welby, the Archbishop of Canterbury, would say something along the lines of “I’m sure with the peace of God we will find a way forward”. With his experience of conflict mediation he knows what’s been going on recently much better then me, but I really, really hope and pray that he’s right.
Add: I just read something, ironically on a blog by Welby himself. he makes a comment that in hostage situations, the purportraitors are always thinking about the fact that so much attention is placed on why this was done, that the victims in the situation are forgotten about. This is why the presence of children among the dead in Nairobi for example, will have worked so well for those behind the attack. Children suffering is obviously an emotive issue. As sick as it sounds, it all kinda makes sense. Lots of attention on why it was done, so those who died fade into the background. I suppose the world needs to ensure (but not in an over the top way) that the victims are not forgotten. In that sense, I guess we need to remember 9/11, 7/7. all wars on Remembrance, and so many other conflicts around the world, more than ever.
…I will remedy that, and will try to think of other things to blog about, as lots of religious things have understandably put people off. I am always very careful about what I blog about because I’m not in a secure enough state mentally to cope with a “discussion” (translation: arguement) with my father, let alone with anyone else. I will have to think and pray about whether I am brave enough to express personal opinion, despite the distinct possibility of people disagreeing, which I know will always happen in life. I guess the world would be a pretty boring place if everyone agreed on everything!?!?
I know that for the rest of you this is old news. For me its great cos I
Can blog on the move! Don’t worry I won’t blog about my breakfast!