Armistice day, 2018.


100 years almost to the hour since WW1 came to an end this was the display at the front of Seymour street Methodist this morning.  The inevitable poppies which have come to symbolise so much along with roses, and shells and hand grenades and a uniform and a gas mask and a water bottle and a little new testament which looks like it was carried in the breast pocket of that uniform.


We heard a beautiful solo – make me a channel of your peace.  The sermon didn’t promise peace in terms of the end of war – the last 100 years alone demonstrates that we have not learnt how to stop killing one another.  It did however refer to peace despite the chaos that goes on around us –

John 14 v27  “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” 



half term on the north coast



i love a long walk on the beach on a cold autumn day, when there’s frost in the morning on the grass and everyone needs to be wrapped up.  Whitepark bay on Monday afternoon was so beautiful.  Not likely to see anyone with bare feet so making do with this shot of footprints in the sand.

The poem “footprints in the sand” comes to mind because I heard the Leona Lewis song played in an operating theatre just a week or 2 ago.  I first came across the poem read by a cousin at a family funeral more than 30 years ago.  It’s a very powerful piece not least because of its ending.