The morning after the morning after

The picture is from Sunday morning, early doors. A turnout of, I reckon, 500-odd at the early morning ecumenical service. Not bad for a town this size, imho. And Easter day would have been a brilliant moment to start blogging again, I guess. Except… I didn’t. I spent the morning in a gloriously decorated church…

Water

Back in to the hubbub of the city today. A quick jog-ette (run/walk 2:1 with a couple of cheeky wee 3:1’s thrown in) round the locale for Janathon day 12, and I know I am well and truly home. I do love it here, but it was great to be away. I enjoyed walking along…

The other side of the line

Probably my second favourite book of 2013 was a memoir by an American Lutheran pastor, Nadia Bolz-Weber. In one of the passages I liked best she wrote about how she likes to “box” things: X is good. Y is bad. I like to do that too; it makes life easier if I can categorise things…

Onions

I am thinking about onions.┬áIn fact, this morning I spent quite some time reading about them, too. Robert Farrar Capon’s “The Supper of the Lamb” spends fully 8 or 9 pages just talking a reader through sitting down with, observing, cutting and squashing the juice out of an onion. Strange, but true. True, also, is…

“When I get a congregation I want to be a patient pastor.