I get the feeling that this love heart, spotted in a local baker’s window conveys certain truths that it was not intended to convey.
I get the feeling that this love heart, spotted in a local baker’s window conveys certain truths that it was not intended to convey.
I rarely read blogs where I cannot comment – and yes I am a chatterbox on line as well as in real life.
I blog because there are things I long to share – which is not to say they are things others long to read. I do sometimes wonder what others make of a mix of family weddings, current church controversies, sheep keeping and hairdressers.
I can’t do strip tease – the most I can manage is keeping a one piece bathing costume on. (There is a dated phrase for you!)
I do so wish there was more conversation on my blog. I know how many daily hits I get, but am not sure how many readers that equates to – more than I used to preach to, that is for sure.
I am heartened by how many who do not have strong church connections read your blog, Kelvin, mine and Kimberly’s.
But more than anything else I want to show that Christianity is a part of the lives of ordinary people, who have sheep and hairdressers (you don’t have both – you don’t have a hairdresser??) and do not, not subscribe to every idiocy believed by extremists on either side.
I rarely comment on blogs, but perhaps you’re right and it’s part of the experience, to conect and open up. I enjoy your blog since I found it, the first church leader’s blog I’ve come accross. It often seems some church people just don’t use this medium, which just cuts them off further from the world many of us live in. Your refeshing view on topics also makes it a must go to.
There is a Big Sing at St Saviour’s tonight at 7.30 pm More details on www.saint-saviour.org Not to be missed.
I was away for part of this week in Perth at the diocesan clergy conference. I?d like to be able to fill the sermon this week with the wisdom that I was able to soak up there. However, things don?t always work out that way. I must be honest ? whatever wisdom was on offer…
Much puzzlement this morning over the wine at the 8 am communion. I knew something was wrong with it the last time I celebrated (on a Wednesday). There was a taste of something familliar, yet I could not quite put my finger on what it was. What it was, was cinnamon. And the wine was…
Somehow the heather managed to avoid being set alight at the diocesan clergy conference this week. No buzz groups. No buzz. Then back last night to the Book Club. This month’s book was The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. This was a good discussion. I’m still mulling over whether the central character…
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