Today usually I am at church in the morning waving a palm cross high and singing, worshipping God. Palm Sunday has arrived and my thoughts go with the triumphant entry … Continue reading Run to the cross 40
I chose a point to run to today, rather than just randomly find a path. I always find running out harder than returning, even though they are usually the same … Continue reading Run to the cross 39
Out for a long run, trying to get to the river Ribble. Past the three standing stones, past the ruined manor house, through the stately abandoned gardens, over the motorway … Continue reading Run to the cross 38
With only a thin top and my shorts I braved the cold, running tonight rather than jogging. Focussed on my torch light and the path ahead, blinkered. I didn’t even … Continue reading Run to the cross 37
The storm as raging outside the cabin and the wind and rain was howling. I was sat in a comfy chair and it seemed almost pointless, in fact ludicrous to … Continue reading Run to the cross 4
The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began. With heavy legs I dragged myself out into the bitterly cold dark roads and started to … Continue reading Run to the cross 1
The pier at Lytham St Annes reaches out across the expanse of the sandy beech. There seems to be a fascination with the sea and the sand, it certainly is … Continue reading Day 344 You (Jesus) will cast all our sins into the depths of the sea.