nukelearfishing

nukelearfishing – the random and occasionally humorous musings of a Baptist Minister who is trying to be a free sample of Jesus and discover God in the ordinary.

(These musings don’t necessarily represent the views of the church I serve)

  • epiphany

    I had an epiphany this morning but it’s okay, I’ve got some tablets for it. No, seriously (and yes I can be), I had an epiphany – a sudden message from God that stopped me in my tracks. The passage of the Bible I read this morning* was one that I have read many times…

  • plunging

    Last week I mentioned that I was going to a conference for larger Ministers (see here)… Here are some reflections on that conference that are written as a sort of review: I have often wondered what the collective noun should be for Baptist Ministers. If there isn’t one I would like to suggest ‘plunge’. Last week…

  • a lesson in humility

    Last night we had a Church Meeting where, among other things, we appointed new deacons (those who serve by leading and lead by serving). Three people had generously agreed to be nominated and I was thrilled that all three had agreed to stand – they are all brilliant Christians who have so much to offer…

  • what’s the point of Church Anniversaries?

    It’s our Church Anniversary this weekend. We are celebrating the 324th Anniversary of the founding of Colchester Baptist Church. No founder members will be in attendance! But as I prepare for Sunday I ask myself what the point is of having an Anniversary? Why celebrate 324 years of our church being in existence? Actually that’s…

  • God knows

    “I know your heart. I know what you hide in the dark recesses. I know the burdens you carry. And I love you. My grace is sufficient for you. I know your heart. I know your desire to serve, to bless, to follow and to lead. And I love you. My grace is sufficient for you.”…

  • Did I really do that?

    I don’t know what reminded me of this, but recently I remembered something from my childhood that made me shudder with embarrassment and shame. I can’t believe I did it. I can’t believe nobody stopped me. I can’t believe I didn’t suppress the memory more successfully and bury it so deep in my subconscious that…

  • does size matter?

    Dearest bloggists I am sorry that last week’s bloggages tailed off, and that this week’s might be somewhat intermittent. At the moment I am so busy that bees are asking me to slow down because I am making them look lazy. I don’t mind being that busy, but I find that while I am able…

  • over-run

    Last night I took part in a competition. It was the Mid Essex Magical Society* Stage Magic Competition. I have never competed magically before and was not sure what to expect. It’s not about seeing who can find the most cards a spectator has thought of (I could name 52) or how many ladies you…

  • How …… are you?

    There seems to be a proliferation of quizzes on Facebook at the moment in which you can assess how much you belong to a particular region. They’re just a bit of fun. I am not having a go at them. But don’t they work on the basis of stereotypes? Don’t they assume that everyone from…

  • memories are made for these

    At this season of remembrance I pondered why it is that God made us with memory. Why did he create us with the ability to remember things, people, events, PIN codes and passwords (sometimes)? As I pondered I realised that memory is an astonishing gift: Good things that have happened in the past continue to…