I hope when I die I am mourned more by the poor than by the rich.
I hope my coffin is carried by friends and not by soldiers.
I hope the clocks keep chiming for the world only spins forwards.
I hope that money is not wasted on my obsequies which could be better spent on doing good.
I hope that an Easter mass is celebrated not state-sanctioned pomp and pride.
The hospice in Ardire has five white candles – none of which have yet been lit – decorated not with greenery but purple and pink cloth. While at St Mark’s we seem to be following the Swedish tradition – maybe it is the shape of the building, or maybe it is because my name is Scandinavian – we have the five candles in a straight line with just the metal stand during Advent the greenery being added at Christmas.
Now that would be an idea for the Cathedral for next year……………
Between the Mountain and the Moon by Luka Bloom – jazzy folk sounds coming from the Celtic mist. Track 4 very gooey.Fire, Sleet and Candlelight by Coope Boyes and Simpson and others. Miserere – Allegri – kindly bought by someone who looked at my wish list
I ask you. Which sounds more fun ? the fleshpots of Egypt or wandering aimlessly in the desert? It is not hard to have some sympathy with the children of Israel. Moses and Aaron have led them away from a life which was unfair though one which was mundane and familiar. And they have led…
To Holy Trinity, Stirling this evening for a private view of their upcoming exhibition which is on this weekend. They have a lot of connections with the military and have researched many of the memorials.It was a thoughtful display which had some reflection on the way that religious people have thought about military service in…
Walking across the campus of the University of Stirling before 9 o'clock in the morning in Freshers' Week is an opportunity for quiet reflection. You can almost hear the grass grow and can certainly hear it being eaten by the rabbits.There is a sense that everyone has been unable to face the day due for…
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