Latest Thought for the Week

20 November each year marks the Transgender Day of Remembrance when we remember all transgender people who have been murdered or died because of who they are.

It was fantastic to be at the Patronal service last Sunday to celebrate with the congregation.

The feast of All Saints was last Sunday.

This last year has reminded us starkly of a truth common to every human being – that each one of us one day will face the sorrow of being parted from those we love by death and ultimately the reality of our own death too.

Along the pilgrim way, near Canterbury we came to All Saints Church, Boughton Aluph where refreshment abides.

Recently, I’ve found this sentence from Psalm 46 to be more comforting that I would have thought (not generally being a Psalm reader).

It feels like we are beginning to emerge from the pandemic into a significantly different world.

My childhood memories of Harvest Festivals are of staid hymns and tins of soup and sweetcorn – I wasn’t a big fan.

It’s been quite a long haul, but I have finally finished reading all 974 pages of Dostoevsky’s epic novel The Karamazov Brothers.