Sermons And Gubbins

This sermon was preached at our Sunday morning service on Sunday 9th July. The Gospel was Matthew 11:16-19,25-30 . I hope you enjoy reading it! The other week, Miriam had a play date with one of her friends from nursery. They were both so excited beforehand and really looking forward to playing together, and it gave Jen and I the opportunity to sit and talk to another couple about grown-up things rather than Fireman Sam, Ninjago or unicorn-riding mermaids. Now, any of you who have been parents to small children, or been small children yourselves will not be surprised to learn things did not go exactly to plan! Whilst Jen and I and the other couple were happily taking about work, or cars, or the situation in Ukraine (...actually, come to think of it, children might  be better at choosing conversation topics than adults after all), we heard wailing from two different corners of the house. Duly, I investigated. The problem, as it turned out, was down to the choice of game. Miriam wanted t

This poem was written for our monthly poetry group. The theme for July was ‘bread’ - hope you enjoy reading it! The Breadaholic We're at a five star restaurant. My menu's still unread. I'm much too full to order; I've eaten all the bread. I don't feel good next morning: Bloated and over-fed. I've cheated on the Atkins Diet, And eaten all the bread. The kids want toast for breakfast. I've got them cereal instead. I said it had all gone mouldy, But I've eaten all the bread. My wife says I've a problem. "You just can't help yourself," she said. Lunch was supposed to be bacon rolls; I've eaten all the bread. Tomorrow morning's Sunday And I've a growing sense of dread. The priest at the Eucharist will blow his top; I've eaten all the bread.