Tag: jesus is king

  • You were a Stranger

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    We always assume we are getting better.  The media declare:  “How can this be happening in 2026”  “This policy is not fit for the twenty-first century!” History is a politicised narrative. Not the rich resource for learning and for self reflection it could be. Everything is a trope, a cliche, or something so old fashioned… Read more

  • It’s Later than We Think

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    Drowning is a terrible way to die. An inescapable nightmarish ghoul-like vacant response to a desperate plea to live. Virtue signallers blind even to the blood screaming for help, perhaps even staining their police boots in the dark. So very in the dark. Platitudes, appeasements abound. Truth is subjective and we have backed a side.… Read more

  • A Silent Love

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    “The Bible tells us to love our neighbours, and also to love our enemies; probably because generally they are the same people” GK Chesterton Despised and resented the Irish monks that settled in Nunraw Abbey at the end of World War II were absolutely not welcome.  Sancta Maria Abbey in Nunraw is a mile from… Read more

  • A Very Scottish Angel

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    I couldn’t pick him out in a police lineup. Only his eyes briefly caught mine and I felt a warmth when he sat beside me burly, chocolate brown hair, dressed for the season. He spoke with a thick accent rhythmic and singsong unmistakably from the very north tip of Scotland. Betty Hill? Smoo cave? He… Read more

  • Stay or Go?

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    I thought I was a free spirit.  Turns out I was scary, quite selfish, erratic and definitely unpredictable.  I couldn’t trust anyone because I couldn’t trust myself! I thought rational decision making was for people who had given up on romance, passion and living on the edge. When all the consequences of my `non-decisions’ came… Read more

  • Running with the Roe Deer

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    Outside the city’s hype and melancholy, in green pastures where the roe deer stare, then turn and jump, effortlessly, clearing the fence meant to contain them. If they could smile they would, their little white hairy powder puffs they wiggle in delight. Free. This is where walking or running, breathing in the purest air, pumps… 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