It's fun to watch childhood favourites as an adult. I found Fiddler on the Roof unbearably painful as a teen especially the story of Motel, the earnest well-meaning tailor, who saves all his life for a sewing machine, only to--like the rest of … [Continue reading]
Simon Ponsonby and His Butcher Sermon
" Gustav Caillebotte Simon Ponsonby's Butcher Sermon Sunday 6th June. Here was the text, James 3. 1Not many of you should presume to be teachers, my brothers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly.2We all … [Continue reading]
On Learning Focus From My Mistakes
Jesus learned obedience from what he suffered So it says in the Book of Hebrews. Most of us, learn from our mistakes. I wish there were a better way of learning. I get several requests these days from people I don't know, hardly know, and … [Continue reading]
“What I do is me; For that I came”: The Song of the Creative
What I do is me; For that I came. The wandering liquid notes Of cuckoo and mourning dove Float through our garden High and full of joy. They sing because they can, They sing because they must. On Milford … [Continue reading]
Zoe and Irene, sweet sisters
Overheard at our house. Irene, 11, to Zoe, 15. "I'm really worried." Zoe, sounding very concerned. "Why, what's happened?" Irene, "I never thought this day would come." Zoe, now anxious, "What's happened, Irene?" Irene, "Zoe, I am picking … [Continue reading]
Meandering by Christ Church College and the River Cherwell
Roy and I went on a long walk yesterday by the Cherwell river and Christ Church meadows. Fantastic centuries-old massive, gnarled, contorted sycamore, beech, oak, maple, linden and chestnut trees. Cool to think of the Wesleys & Whitfield, … [Continue reading]
Today’s adventures in Prayer
Prayer truly is the most exciting thing there is. The most exciting thing! Okay, I volunteered to host a fund-raiser--a garden party--without praying it through thoroughly. Thinking it through, yes, but not praying it through. (A goal of mine is … [Continue reading]
The Panther, Rainer Maria Rilke
The PantherHis vision, from the constantly passing bars,has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else.It seems to him there are a thousand bars;and behind the bars, no world.As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,the movement of … [Continue reading]
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