Category: prayer
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I am a loser
This pome what I wroted a while back summarises how I feel at the moment: Symbiosis My wife says I’m a loser I’m inclined to think she’s right. I don’t know where my things are but She doesn’t share my plight. Though my keys aren’t where I leave them She always finds them there. Somehow…
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a momentary interlude
To keep the suspense for my final atonement instalment I am making you wait until next week with a brief momentary interlude: here’s the ‘thought for the week’ that I shared with EBA Ministers this week… Don’t we just love the weather in this country? I’m not talking about any particular type or weather: just weather…
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phone juggling
I am beginning to feel like a switchboard operator – for myself. I have two mobile phones: one for work and one for friends and family so I can switch off from work when I need to. I also have a landline (yes, young people, some telephones work through wires!). And just occasionally while I…
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specific searches
I have been looking for a new member of the family. It’s nothing as noble or significant as adoption or fostering, I have been looking for another puppet. After Stew the Rabbit’s close encounter of the inky kind the deacons at the church I have just left kindly gave me a gift with instructions to…
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sync or swim during migration
My life is in the balance. Before you start sending me bouquets of flowers and get well cards, let me explain. I am in the process of migrating my life across from one group of technological tools to another in preparation for me starting a new role next month. This will involve a change of tech.…
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holydays
Dear Bloggists I have some bad news for you. I am back! Sally and I have enjoyed a week’s holiday in the sun as the final part of celebrating being married to each other for 25 years this year. It was very relaxing and refreshing. We didn’t do lots and lots of things, we didn’t…
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Eeekmail
So today I resume my duties and also end my cyber fast. I have 400+ emails waiting for me. That’s a lot of e-correspondence to deal with. When correspondence was only delivered by post men, post women or pigeons there would not have been 400 letters waiting for me after 2 weeks away. I’d never…
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there’s no such thing as bad publicity
“There’s no such thing as bad publicity.” Those words have been attributed to a few different people, most notably the American showman PT Barnum. But even though we might be tempted to agree with the sentiment (like Oscar Wilde’s “The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about”) in reality it is…
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please sir, can I have some more?
I am not brilliant at praying. There are some people I know who are – it comes naturally to them. I don’t really mean finding the right words to use, it’s more about remembering to pray so I am in a conversation with God through the day. You see the problem we have is that…