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Chalking the Lintels

Today in Church we chalked the lintels a wonderful tradition full of symbolism and meaning full of mission and outreach, full of joy and blessing.  What is chalking the lintels I hear you cry. Well once the magi have left for home by another route, avoiding that rapscallion Herod, leaving the gold, frankincense and myrrh…

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Nativity Tree

I haven’t been doing much painting of late other than this based on Luke’s account of the Nativity: While it is lying flat, in this the only picture before it was gifted, it is made to stand.  I wanted to do something that was a bridge between the commercialism and religion of Christmas and when…

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Advent Psalms – Friday of Week One

In Keble College in Oxford hangs William Holman Hunt’s The Light of the World’ a picture that is familiar to many, one that I had seen many times on bookmarks, prayer cards and the like.  However there is nothing like walking into that side chapel and seeing it in all its full size glory.  I found…

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Advent Psalms – Monday of Week One

Well today, because we are in year a, the lectionary plays a little deja vu with us and presents psalm 122 again as the psalm for the day.  Initially I thought well maybe I will go elsewhere for a psalm today, but then I thought, no.  This is partly what Advent is about, seeing anew…

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Light Show

I popped into the church yesterday. I have obviously never popped into the church at such a time of day, at such a time of the year, with the sun just so in the sky and shinning, before. Shinning through the stained glass window – of which we only have one. Taking with their beams…

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Jesus Wept

When messages of hope need to be sent. When packages of food and shelter are the greatest gift. When fear is rife and peace a stranger. Bombs are sent, to chase peace yet further from the door. Destruction is advocated, to add to the misery which is already a constant companion. And Jesus wept. When…

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Remembrance

The rain falls softly and the traffic lights continue through their cycle. The notes of Nimrod reach out into the stillness as the freshly fallen leaves drift down among the bowed heads. The trumpets calls Last Post; the lines are said silence reigns. Reveille resounds. Uniforms, young and old step forward one by one they…