Sitting on a rock, near Inverness in the middle of a river gave me a wonderful chance to pray and ponder life. Do we sit still listening to our surroundings … Continue reading Life as a river
There is something about climbing mountains which connects with my faith. It seems that God’s presence is made known on mountains to Moses, Elijah, Abraham, Isaac and many more. Being at the edge of the elements and the near limit of your strength makes me want to praise God.
The sermon came; what a difference, it was again about judgement, despite this being about taking the good news out to all, there was not even a mention of the passages read or even an attempt to expand on them – my mind spun with confusion, the preacher seemed angry, annoyed that people could have a different way of thinking!
Down to the woods and over the stream, splashing through mud and startling beams, careful there’s frogs and foxes lie still, heading for ponds and holes in the hill. As … Continue reading Run to the cross 18
Out across the woods to join the guild wheel, a dark but wonderful path to follow at night with animals jumping out when my head torch highlighted the bushes. I … Continue reading Run to the cross 17
Some days the rain is relentless in Britain, it’s a wonder we don’t all live in boats. But despite the rain and wind and cold, I managed to get out … Continue reading Run to the cross 13
The last thing my body wants to do on a cold evening is to go for a run, but I warm up my legs and then bare the cold to … Continue reading Run to the cross 12
Out of the door and down the lane. I can see, as this is the first run I have done in the light. Paths are no longer small pockets ahead … Continue reading Run to the cross 11
Out into the biting cold, muscles aching, fumes choking, and not quite sure which direction to go. I catch my thoughts ‘why am I doing this?’ Then after a while … Continue reading Run to the cross 10
Quite late tonight but I didn’t shirk the task. Out of the door and I prayed. Firstly my prayers are usually focussed on my children and family, it’s natural to … Continue reading Run to the cross 9