Sitting in the garden drinking beer and reading Life Together by Bonhoeffer with the Hollingbury crew. Deep thoughts and good chat.
10/31
Singing this: “I stand amazed in the presence of Jesus the Nazarene, and wonder how he could love me, a sinner condemned unclean.” Quite. Overwhelming wonder at that reality. Coming home to Lizzi and Cathy, beer and pizza outside on our back step.
9/31
Winning the fight to get the Bible out of the bag. Glad of the results. This song on the way home.
“Ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering, there is a crack, a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.” (Leonard Cohen: Anthem)
Chatting about God in the sunshine. Reading over old e-mails from my Brother. Glad of his answer to an age old question of mine:
Qu: “What does God really think of me/us/the church?”- Answer: He loves you, He loves us. He loves the church. Christ died for you, he died for us, he died for the church so we would be his perfect bride.”
It’s as simple and as beautiful as that. Sitting on the back step tonight with a beer mulling on it all with the One who loves me most. Bliss.
8/31
Running on a open sandy Hove beach early in the morning, the sun sparkling off the sea, the ocean making it’s nifty little swishing sound, the cheery hello’s to other people on the beach and the knowledge that each morning the mercies are new. As new, bright and shiny as the sun as it rises and the smooth sand of the beach as the waves erase the mess of the night before. And talking to my Anna tonight on the phone, about everything, nothing, little things, big things and loving being known.
7/31
Getting to hear the wisdom of someone whose been in this kind of work a whole lot longer than I. Encouraged and warned. Wanting to get on and really live. And the soundtrack of my cycle back from the station in the evening sunshine:
“You give me so much love that it blows my brains out
Summer rain, dripping down your face again
Summer rain, praying someone feels the same
Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle
Leave all this misery behind”
The Long Walk Home 