multiplying blessings

Free Family Fun Festival

Tomorrow promises to be an amazing day.

It starts with a Free Family Fun Festival in the park in the centre of Colchester – do come along if you’re in the area. I will be performing some ‘street magic’ around our church’s gazebos (if you can perform street magic in a park).

wedding rings

The day finishes with me conducting a wedding at our church for a lovely couple. i love conducting weddings as they are such joyful occasions – a celebration of love and commitment and a reason for family and friends to come together in honour of the bride and groom.

I hope that I will bless other people through my participation in these events but I know that people will be far more blessed than simply by my contribution. That’s God’s economy: he takes something we offer and he multiplies it. It’s not just with loaves and fish, it includes fast food too.

I read on Facebook just now an account of someone who kindly paid for a family’s McDonalds order when the Mum couldn’t find her money and people around were getting rather huffy. The Mum was blessed. The children were blessed. The staff were blessed. And the generous donor was blessed by their response.

And it’s not just about food. However we bless someone else we often find that God is multiplying the blessing. An encouraging word can build someone up: they may thank you (blessing multiplied) and then may seek to encourage someone else (blessing multiplied further).

You can put this down to group dynamics, human nature or any other rational explanation. But in doing so all you are doing is describing the method of multiplication, not the one who gives the impetus and adds momentum.

Be blessed, be a blessing.

The following day I am being blessed by being on a week’s holiday, so this will be the last bloggage until I get back – enjoy the break!


On 13th September churches in Colchester are hosting a Free Family Fun Festival in Castle Park (in the centre of the town). It promises to be a brilliant day with all manner of different free activities to bless the people of our town. If you want more information about what’s happening click on the link here.

I have been privileged to be a part of the planning team for this and I confess that the alliterative name came from me. I like lots of lovely (a)lliteration. There’s something about it that is appealing. I have read several explanations that include it matching synaptic rhythms in our grey matter; that it flows off the tongue easily (your mouth can revert to making the same shape at the start of saying several similarly starting words; and that it makes phrases more memorable (useful in preliterate societies) and mimics musicality.

Whatever the reason, alliteration adds another aspect to words, even if they are consciously contrived confabulations of coincidentally commencing comments. It is playful. And that’s my contribution to the canon of cognition about it: it appeals to our innate desire to play.

Of course, as you may have experienced in this bloggage, it is possible to overdo it. It is perhaps the unexpectedness of the alliterative episode that contributes to our enjoyment of it. If everything was alliterative we would soon grow tired of it. Would we or wouldn’t we?

To close this musing I would like to share with you the Melody in F from Frogs in Cream (a book by Nick Mercer and Stephen Gaukroger that is now out of print but is partly responsible for my love of humour).

Feeling footloose and frisky, a feather-brained fellow forced his fond father to fork over the farthings. He flew far to foreign fields, and frittered his fortune feasting fabulously with faithless friends.

Fleeced If by his fellows in folly, and facing famine, he found himself a feed flinger in a filthy farmyard. Fairly vanishing, he fain would have filled his frame with foraged food from fodder fragments.

 ‘Fooey! My father’s flunkies fare far finer!’ The frazzled fugitive forlornly fumbled, frankly facing facts. Frustrated by failure, and filled with foreboding, he fled forthwith to his family.

Falling at his father’s feet, he forlornly fumbled, ‘Father, I’ve flunked, and fruitlessly forfeited family fellowship favour.’ The farsighted father, forestalling further flinching, frantically flagged the flunkies, ‘fetch a fatling from the flock and fix a feast!’

The fugitive’s faultfinding brother frowned on this fickle forgiveness of former falderal. But the faithful father figured, ‘Filial fidelity is fine, but the fugitive is found! Let flags be unfurled! Let fanfares flare!’

His father’s forgiveness forms the foundation for the former fugitive’s future fortitude.


(See Luke 15 if you want the less alliterative version!)

Be blessed, be a blessing