Tag: christian faith

  • The Winter Garden

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    Branches broken off lie in the soil where the seeds already lied. Where they plotted  on the rocks  luring people  to where they knew  the soil was thin. They didn’t want change  nor salvation for anyone. They wanted to be adored.  Some of the branches cut neat from the tree large and heavy in the… Read more

  • Dreaming the Immortal

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    Maybe I inherited it from my mum. It only took about five minutes. But she had to be left alone for that time when she came through the door from work. It was pointless asking what was for tea? could I go out? could so and so stay over? She hung up her work clothes… Read more

  • A Satchel Full of Platitudes

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    I learned that history was neat and packaged.  No suggestion of Marxist interpretations nor Japanese interpretations.  Hitler acted completely alone. His propaganda duped a nation.  We were to feel sorry for them but rest assured that could never happen in Scotland.  Nor were harsh economic sanctions driving those who fell for Hitler. It was black… Read more

  • Life is Not a Lottery

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    When I am about to re-enter a dangerous situation and arrogantly presume I will get out again, my husband often retorts: “Aye Daniel was freed from the den of lions – but he didn’t go back for his bonnet!” This usually makes me laugh myself back to my senses. Not so for Lot’s wife, the… Read more

  • The Liberation of `NO’

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    I have learnt to say No from saying Yes. From crouching fetal-like in self-betrayal. Many times that happened until, by the Grace of God, the connection, the pattern became visible. Yes, it was my yes, that never should have been, that created feeling uncomfortable and unclean. I practised at first in front of a mirror… Read more

  • The Godfather

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    `God’s’ That is the one word that describes me. After many prodigal years I found that out by accident. Killing time, staying uncomfortably, in someone else’s house I read the Footprints in the Sand poem which was in a clip frame in their bathroom. I could hardly avoid it as I brushed my teeth. I… Read more

  • Ashes to Ashes

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    I have grown to like the humbling of ashes on my forehead. The chance to speak up in silence the charcoal cross carved on my forehead as my blonde hair caresses. And to look around to see who else is saying today ‘ I am God’s child’ And that is the most important thing. I… Read more