To an athlete dying young


I read this today and think it is, quite simply, beautiful:

The time you won your town the race,
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.

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How to have a baby



I had a funny moment with the kids in my house yesterday and realised I haven’t shared any of their wisdom for a while. Enjoy!

TODAY’S TOPIC: the miracle of childbirth

Allow me to set the scene: ‘I’ (age 6) and ‘Z’ (age 7) are sitting on the floor of one of their bedrooms giggling like mad when I walk in.

I’m not sure what they’ve been watching beforehand – possibly Nativity 2, or perhaps Call the Midwife or One Born Every Minute(?), but I digress… The point is, they’ve recently worked out that babies “come from mummies tummies”. Then add to that my mentioning the other day that my cousin is having a baby. That’s the foundation, sure… Continue reading

Reflection (on death & thanksgiving)

For some reason tonight I have been mulling over one of the scariest times in my (and my family’s) lives, reflecting on my memories, what could have been, what actually was… It was an emotional journey.. and I’ve come to realise that those experiences have had ongoing reverberations in the whole of my life since, which I’ve never fully acknowledged …until now.

This is not for you, you understand. This is for me. Here goes…

When I was 15 I came closer to death than anyone could have predicted or prepared for, closer than I’ve admitted to myself or to others in my conversations about it since.

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Praise through prose


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This may sound strange, but I’ve been feeling really “deep” lately. Lots of deep long thoughts… Then as I scrabble to actually get a firm handle on the thought or idea it seems to slip away. What I thought was concrete turns out to be a vapour.

So, as I write this post of half formed thoughts, desires and questions, I ask in return for your patience and graciousness as you read…

Now the disclaimer’s done, here is today’s topic: POETIC WORSHIP

I love poetry when it speaks to me of things like beauty, magnitude, love, peace, passion, nature, gratitude, justice. To me, poems should lift or challenge the soul. You should feel like you’ve touched another’s inner world when you read it or it’s read to you. Poetry is deep. (Maybe that’s why I like it so much!)

So I ponder, why don’t we use poetry more in our worship? Why has worship become synonymous with music? Why are so many worship songs no more than a simple refrain repeated to oblivion?

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A lesson in print colours

Today I’ve been teaching my apprentice about the important differences between RGB & CMYK colours. I can tell I’ve already lost some of you here, so allow me to explain:

RGB means Red Green Blue – These are the colours used on your computer screens, in various combinations to create different colours.

CMYK means Cyan Magenta Yellow blacK  (yes I know it should be CMYB, it annoys me too) – These are the colours used by your printers or on anything printed really!

Why does it matter?

Because, WHAT YOU SEE on screen IS NOT WHAT YOU GET in print. 

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