It's Friday - so that means Friday Five over at RevGals... plus there's today's NaBloPoMo prompt, so I'm going to do a wee combo....
On the blog, 3dogmom asks: random Friday Five out of the hat today.
What is your “gotta go!” breakfast that you can grab and take with you in the morning when you’re in a rush?
Oh my! Breakfast is the one meal I never rush! I don't eat bread or dairy due to food allergies; so my daily breakfast is eggs and bacon with mushrooms and tomatoes and spinach - the meal I would rush or skip is lunch - easy when you have a decent breakfast.
When was the last time you had a fun evening out, and what did you do?
Wednesday was my birthday, and my beloved took me out for a lovely meal in a very special restaurant, very fine fare, and we had a sweet time.
Last real 'fun' night was with good friends, eating, playing silly games and laughing lots.
Favorite poet or poem?
Oh - a tie between George Herbert and Christina Rossetti: GH - Come my way - simply wondrous; Rossetti - Remember me when I am gone away - sublime.
Who makes you laugh?
Lots of people! My boys; my sweetheart; Peter Kaye; Michael Macintyre... I don't like the ones who do swearing or bad taste - there is so much funny out there without resorting to that.
Where do you like to go for some “time apart,” in the way that Jesus took time apart?
The sea!! Oh yes the sea, or if I can't get to the sea then a river or a loch will do
And Julia asked us for today's prompt - when you were about 8 what did you want to be when you grew up?
For the longest time I wanted to be a scientist - I can't remember when I first got the notion, but my whole senior school choices were geared to me working in a lab, doing research - I wanted to find a cure, or discover a new treatment - I never wanted to be a doctor - just the scientist in the background.
It all fell apart, when after school I applied to work for ICI - passed the interview failed the medical - too many allergies which would bar me from laboratory work.
But for those childhood years, I'd wear my little white coat (one of Dad's old shirts!), and play experiments with bottles and jars, water and plants from the garden...
Friday, 6 November 2015
Thursday, 5 November 2015
NaBloPoMo #5
Over at RevGals today's prompt questions what have we done that's not in the job description?
Which gave me reason to smile, as I'm not sure I ever saw a job description for Church of Scotland minister...
However...
Today I've been thinking about time, years and their passing.
Yesterday I turned 56 (I KNOW! AMAZING! RIGHT!?)
Today would have been my grandma's birthday... She was born in 1904 so she's been gone awhile, but I still think of her, and our shared days. We did stuff together. She lived close by us after my grandpa died, so from the age of around 7 until her death in 1986 when I was 27 she was a constant part of my life.
She was as Irish as she could be, and was wise and kind, but with an honest, sharp wit!
She was also a devout Roman Catholic her rosary was never far from reach and her simple faith was expressed in all sorts of "grandma-isms" PG, GW, TBTG, sweet Mary pray for us....
She lived life
She loved life and she did whatever she could for us, for as long as she was able
She showed what real ministry is. Faithful prayer, compassion and kindness, holding your hair back when you were sick, a cool cloth when you were hot, a full bodied laugh when you were taking yourself too seriously, and sympathetic tears when life did not go as you had hoped and prayed.
I often wonder what she'd have thought about how my life turned out.
Would she be proud? Happy? Shocked?
I know one thing for sure - she wouldn't have been worried about telling me!
Happy birthday Grandma, I hope you're having cake and tea!
Which gave me reason to smile, as I'm not sure I ever saw a job description for Church of Scotland minister...
However...
Today I've been thinking about time, years and their passing.
Yesterday I turned 56 (I KNOW! AMAZING! RIGHT!?)
Today would have been my grandma's birthday... She was born in 1904 so she's been gone awhile, but I still think of her, and our shared days. We did stuff together. She lived close by us after my grandpa died, so from the age of around 7 until her death in 1986 when I was 27 she was a constant part of my life.
She was as Irish as she could be, and was wise and kind, but with an honest, sharp wit!
She was also a devout Roman Catholic her rosary was never far from reach and her simple faith was expressed in all sorts of "grandma-isms" PG, GW, TBTG, sweet Mary pray for us....
She lived life
She loved life and she did whatever she could for us, for as long as she was able
She showed what real ministry is. Faithful prayer, compassion and kindness, holding your hair back when you were sick, a cool cloth when you were hot, a full bodied laugh when you were taking yourself too seriously, and sympathetic tears when life did not go as you had hoped and prayed.
I often wonder what she'd have thought about how my life turned out.
Would she be proud? Happy? Shocked?
I know one thing for sure - she wouldn't have been worried about telling me!
Happy birthday Grandma, I hope you're having cake and tea!
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| This is me, my mum, my grandma and the first two of my three boys, summer 1986 |
Wednesday, 4 November 2015
NaBloPoMo #4 - picture spot
"NaBloPoMo Day 4: Photo post time!! Take a picture of something you see all the time- the simpler, the better. Write a little about what the thing means, symbolizes, reminds you of... Give us a little glimpse into your world."
So, every morning as I come down the stairs I see this wall. This wall - or at least, everything on this wall, has moved into every home I have lived in, over the years it has grown, been added to; but in essence this wall is me, my life, my love. Here are my beloved boys growing up; my parents in various stages of their lives; my grandparents; my nieces and nephews, siblings - the people in the world who are the most important to me.
Every morning, as I come down the stairs, I pause - I look at them, I pray for them - my loved ones.
Tuesday, 3 November 2015
NaBloPoMo Day 3: randoms....
Julia asks: NaBloPoMo Day 3: What's your random obsession?
Cups, china, especially beautiful delicate impractical ones....
I've always loved delicate china; and in recent years I've begun collecting.
Now I have two very special sets both of which came from my parents.

One is a gorgeous, harlequin coloured set of tea cups, saucers and plates, and the other a pretty floral set of tiny coffee cups...
The tea set was an engagement present my parents received in 1956
The coffee set was presented to Dad when he retired

I've lots of others - tiny Chinese ones
big chunky ones
a pretty creamware set....
Most of them I bring out & use - tenderly hand-washing after each time
Dad's coffee cups are now especially special - as I think of him, looking down from heaven as I sip away!
Cups, china, especially beautiful delicate impractical ones....
I've always loved delicate china; and in recent years I've begun collecting.
Now I have two very special sets both of which came from my parents.
One is a gorgeous, harlequin coloured set of tea cups, saucers and plates, and the other a pretty floral set of tiny coffee cups...
The tea set was an engagement present my parents received in 1956
The coffee set was presented to Dad when he retired
I've lots of others - tiny Chinese ones
big chunky ones
a pretty creamware set....
Most of them I bring out & use - tenderly hand-washing after each time
Dad's coffee cups are now especially special - as I think of him, looking down from heaven as I sip away!
Monday, 2 November 2015
It's here again!
November!
what a great month!
I will celebrate turning another year...
and as I did last year I am accepting the NaBloPoMo challenge...
And - if all goes to plan, prayers are answered and the court system gets into gear - I will be married!
Quite a month to choose to keep writing!
What does it mean?
NationalBlogPostMonth a blog post a day.... I just about managed it last year, the posts spread between my two blogs...
and I managed to get one in yesterday anyway as it was Sunday and I posted my sermon!
Today is the 2nd of the month
And the wait for the process continues.... meantime, I've lodged our papers as required by law; I've paid deposit for a marquee and booked the catering equipement....
This year's NaBloPoMo theme is mostly going to be willshe/won'tshe....
Saturday, 31 October 2015
Sermon for November 1st - A Promise for all God's People
Acts 2:38-39
Mark 10:13-16
Promises,
promises – some promises we can trust; others we are not so sure about. What about
those promises we have heard today?
From our readings:
“God's
promise was made to you and your children, and to all who are far away”
“The Kingdom
of God belongs to such as these”
And from the
baptismal liturgy:
“All this he
did for you, Rachel though you do not know it yet”
The phrases
that stand out for me here are
You and your
children
All who are
far away
And, though
you do not know it yet….
The promises
of God are not tied to knowledge or understanding – they are there anyway
The promises
of God are not reliant on us doing anything, or being anyone – they are for all
the people, all the time.
Making a
family; joining a fellowship; being part of something, belonging… all of these things
are elements of the Christian Church; and reading the stories and memories recorded
in the New Testament writing reminds us of the real meaning of following Jesus,
of being the church – because, in the words of the hymn: the church is not a
building or a steeple, the church is the people!
And ALL the people:
children and adults; teens and the elderly; all are needed, all are welcome,
all are part of what makes the church.
How does
this work today, in the 21st Century, when society is busy; work
happens 7 days a week; sport is considered more important than worshipping God;
and world religions seem to be adopting extreme behaviours? How does all of
that fit together with being church?
How can we
live well; love our families; do the best for them and somehow honour that
sense of otherness? That vague inclination that there must be something else,
there must be more purpose to life that simply live until you die and that’s
the end?
It will not
have escaped your notice that yesterday was Hallowe’en and today is November 1st…
do you also know what this day is called? It is All Saints Day. The tradition
of Hallowe’en is ancient, and is actually not about witches and ghosts and
ghouls, but about preparing for the Holy Day that follows.
All Saints
used to be called All Hallows – All Holy; and Hallowe’en, is Hallowed Eve (like
Christmas Eve?!) Hallowe'en was
traditionally a time when people chased away all the evil spirits so that the
next day - All Saints - dawns bright and clear and hopeful.
It was a
holy day, a day to go to church and remember the saints; November became a month
to remember all those who have gone before: the cloud of witnesses who died in
faith and were gathered into heaven… and there we have it! Heaven!
Historically
the majority of people believed utterly that this life was just one chapter;
that there was more; that we would ultimately be reunited with our loved ones
in heaven. Nowadays, people are not so sure; there are those who believe it absolutely
and those who deny it equally vehemently and then there are all the others who
simply do not know.
Truth is, we
do not much think about death and dying until we have to: We do not think about
what we want, by way of expressing end of life wishes… or what we wish for our
loved ones, or how we want to say goodbye… but, sure as we are born, one day we
will have to address these things
Now – before
you begin to think this joyful occasion has turned into a depressing exercise
in thinking about death and dying let’s go back to those promises…
“God's
promise was made to you and your children, and to all who are far away”
“The Kingdom
of God belongs to such as these”
And from the
baptismal liturgy:
“All this he
did for you, Rachel though you do not know it yet”
What is God’s
promise?
That we will
receive the Holy Spirit in our lives
That God
will prepare a place for those who love him
That God’s
kingdom is for everyone – those close by and those far away.
That gives
me hope!
God’s
kingdom is for everyone
Not some
elitist place for the chosen few, but for everyone.
All God’s
People
Everywhere
If we can
manage to trust this promise, even if we do not have all the answers or
understanding to carry it right through, we can have hope.
You may not
have an active faith; you may only come to church for holidays and special
occasions; you may even have more questions than you dare to ask – but that’s
ok.
That is OK!
One of the
greatest mysteries of faith and life and living is trying to understand God.
To know God.
Jesus told
the people who were trying very hard to be proper and grown up and exclusive,
to stop!
Let the
children come, he said, let the children come.
Receive the
Kingdom of God like a child, or you’ll never get there.
I love that!
Receive the
Kingdom of God like child… it’s not complicated; it’s not a trick; you don’t
have to be clever, or rich, or powerful, or understand it all – you just have
to be like a child
Accepting
Loving
Caring
Innocent
The Kingdom
belongs to such as these: the ones who can enjoy life and live it; the ones who
offer friendship and love, and can equally accept it too.
God wants us
to know God
If you want
to come to church – great!
If you find
God in the countryside, or through caring behaviours – wonderful!
If you haven’t
yet found God, but you are still looking – keep it up!
This is all
God asks of us: to seek, to be kind and compassionate and to listen because God
will be heard and seen and found in the most unlikely places
If we just
allow it to happen….
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| Big Sister |
Saturday, 17 October 2015
A Step in Faith sermon 18 October
Ruth 1: 1-17
Tradition
History
Devotion
Ritual
And God – invisible, but ever present.
The story of Ruth has it all. Ruth is a woman of faith – even though she does not know it.
Ruth is a woman who is dedicated, devoted and loyal – in spite of the difficulties it brings her.
And today, if someone is without loyalty, compassion, generosity of spirit we call them Ruth- less.
Ruth was not a Jewess like her mother-in-law; she was not tied to the traditions and rituals that Naomi was, yet, her deep sense of duty led her to make a life changing decision.
It is clear that she and Orpah are devoted to Naomi; they love her and they want to continue to love and support her. But Naomi releases them from their obligations. You don’t have to do this; you don’t have to come with me to a foreign land; I release you from that obligation – because I will never be able to fulfil my own obligation to you… so go! Go back to your families with my blessing. Start again with my approval.
And as we know, eventually Orpah is convinced to return home; but Ruth – Ruth is determined that she will not; and her declaration: “Wherever you go, I will go; wherever you live, I will live. Your people will be my people; your God will be my God…” has become synonymous with declarations of love & commitment.
The whole story of Ruth is not long; just four chapters, chapter 2 – Ruth begins to work to care for her mother-in-law and herself. Chapter 3 she finds her nearest relative and asks him to marry her; Chapter 4 she and Boaz are married, and Naomi is blessed with a grandson to carry on the family line.
This shows us, as do so many of the stories in the bible, that faith is at its most powerful when we step out in uncertainty.
Ruth did not know what would happen to her, or even if she would have a future when she took those steps towards Bethlehem with Naomi. But she knew deep in her heart that is was right; she felt something stirring that could not be named, yet was irresistible: she must stay with Naomi; she must dedicate her life to her, and, more importantly to her God.
This was a true leap of faith; stepping out boldly, without knowing what lay ahead. And her promise, which turned her away from her own people, her own gods, is all the more beautiful because of it.
Anytime we are privileged to witness a stepping out in faith, we are truly blessed; today we are reminded of the ancient tradition established all those thousands of years ago; and we witness something wonderful as we share in Matthew’s own declaration of faith and love.
As we hear him, vocalising; praising God, responding to God’s call in his life; we remember the cry of Ruth:
Wherever you go, I will go; wherever you live, I will live. Your people will be my people, and your God will be my God
And we are truly blessed
Amen
Tradition
History
Devotion
Ritual
And God – invisible, but ever present.
The story of Ruth has it all. Ruth is a woman of faith – even though she does not know it.
Ruth is a woman who is dedicated, devoted and loyal – in spite of the difficulties it brings her.
And today, if someone is without loyalty, compassion, generosity of spirit we call them Ruth- less.
Ruth was not a Jewess like her mother-in-law; she was not tied to the traditions and rituals that Naomi was, yet, her deep sense of duty led her to make a life changing decision.
It is clear that she and Orpah are devoted to Naomi; they love her and they want to continue to love and support her. But Naomi releases them from their obligations. You don’t have to do this; you don’t have to come with me to a foreign land; I release you from that obligation – because I will never be able to fulfil my own obligation to you… so go! Go back to your families with my blessing. Start again with my approval.
And as we know, eventually Orpah is convinced to return home; but Ruth – Ruth is determined that she will not; and her declaration: “Wherever you go, I will go; wherever you live, I will live. Your people will be my people; your God will be my God…” has become synonymous with declarations of love & commitment.
The whole story of Ruth is not long; just four chapters, chapter 2 – Ruth begins to work to care for her mother-in-law and herself. Chapter 3 she finds her nearest relative and asks him to marry her; Chapter 4 she and Boaz are married, and Naomi is blessed with a grandson to carry on the family line.
This shows us, as do so many of the stories in the bible, that faith is at its most powerful when we step out in uncertainty.
Ruth did not know what would happen to her, or even if she would have a future when she took those steps towards Bethlehem with Naomi. But she knew deep in her heart that is was right; she felt something stirring that could not be named, yet was irresistible: she must stay with Naomi; she must dedicate her life to her, and, more importantly to her God.
This was a true leap of faith; stepping out boldly, without knowing what lay ahead. And her promise, which turned her away from her own people, her own gods, is all the more beautiful because of it.
Anytime we are privileged to witness a stepping out in faith, we are truly blessed; today we are reminded of the ancient tradition established all those thousands of years ago; and we witness something wonderful as we share in Matthew’s own declaration of faith and love.
As we hear him, vocalising; praising God, responding to God’s call in his life; we remember the cry of Ruth:
Wherever you go, I will go; wherever you live, I will live. Your people will be my people, and your God will be my God
And we are truly blessed
Amen
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