Sermons And Gubbins

This poem was written for our May monthly poetry group. The theme for this poem was 'little things'. I hope you enjoy it! Little Wins When I've no time to park, and there's one perfect space,  When the first hints of summer shine warm on my face, When I find a tenner in my trouser back pocket,  When I'm sipping a whisky and eating dark chocolate,  When the fresh shoots of a plant appear in the pot, When the beer is ice-cold but the company's not, When the last call of the day ends, a half hour to spare, When I can sit listening to music with a cat in my chair, When I'm watching the sun sinking into the sea,  When we've not booked at the restaurant, but there's one table free,  When I finally solve a longstanding bug, When I make a fresh brew in my favourite mug,  When the takeaway driver knocks at my door, When I still fit the shorts I bought the summer before,  When the last piece of the jigsaw fits right into place, When someone reminds me of mercy

This poem was written for our April poetry evening. There was no theme given for the evening, and we were free to write about anything... As you might be able to tell from my poem, I found this tricky! Free Reign I'm unconstrained, free as a bird. My journey remains unplanned. I am a newborn's first unspoken word; My path's in the palm of my hand. The choices in front, unfathomable. There's nothing I couldn't do. A rapture of roads unexaminable. My future yonder; wild and blue.  Ahead of me is a tall blank slate  My pages yet unwrit. An unlimited menu with a huge clean plate. My wick is trimmed, my lamp just lit. I could do anything I like. I could do nothing, nothing at all. I could see all the world, get on my bike... I could stay here, staring at the wall. Shall I write a symphony? Paint a master work of art? A *whole* hour ahead that's just for me!  ...I've not a bloody clue where to start.

  This talk was written for our Maundy Thursday service on 28th March 2024. I hope you enjoy reading it. I always used to think today was called Maunday Thursday. I was never particularly sure what that meant – what a Maun Day was. I was fairly content with that; after all, the Church often has obscure names for feast days, high days, and holy days, and ember days. Why not a Maun day? Let’s face it – at this time of year, there’s enough confusion about how on earth anyone could name the events that we remember and commemorate tomorrow ‘Good’ to fill all your time during Lent and Easter to not even think about the name that we give to today. But today is not – as I’m sure you all know – Maunday Thursday. It is Maundy Thursday. And that – believe it or not – actually makes all the difference. The word ‘maundy’ comes from (as many things in the Church do) Latin. It’s from the word mandatum , meaning commandment . And that’s what today is all about – the new commandment. “ I give you a ne

  This sermon was written for our Sunday morning service on 18th February 2024 - the First Sunday of Lent. The gospel was Mark 1:9-15 . I can’t quite believe it’s Lent already! It seems like only the other week we were celebrating the end of Christmas, and now, here we are, already preparing for Easter. Oh – hang on – it was only the other week we were celebrating the end of Christmas. Just 14 days ago, Fi and Caroline led us in our Candlemas service. That time between Christmas and Lent really has been a whistlestop tour this year. Perhaps less so for us in the Church than for those who work in retail though. I distinctly remember Jen messaging me when she was shopping on 6 th January to say that she’d already seen Easter Eggs for sale!   Time really is relative, I guess!   Knowing that doesn’t make any of it feel less of a rush, though, does it? I have to be honest, I’ve not really had time yet to think about what my Lenten discipline this year is going to be.