Latest Thought for the Week

Raised in a culture of Lenten self-denial, I learned to give things up.

Last Friday I attended a study day at St Christopher’s hospice entitled ‘The Case for Contemplative Care’.

We recently spent a couple of nights with a friend who has retired to a beautiful cottage by a river on the edge of Dartmoor.

‘Remember that you are dust and to dust you shall return….’

It was about 2004 when I realised I hated Valentine’s Day.

For the Lent Course this year we will have a marvellous guide – Mark Oakley – who writes with such humanity, depth and humour about the poetic voice.

I have long been troubled by the gendering of God.

Darkness: deep navy sky, punctuated with minute specks of starlight, not enough to light the path ahead.

I’ve been having a clear out.