Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna Day 26 – Thursday after 4th Sunday of Lent To Read: Anna saw the ‘most important number l’ as the apex of a triangle – only her triangle was the other numbers standing on that apex! Number 1 had to bear THE WEIGHT of all Words were different. Words… Continue reading Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna – Day 26
It is the little rift within the lute,
That by and by will make the music mute,
And ever widening slowly silence alle
Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna Day 25 – Wednesday after 4th Sunday of Lent To Read: I like mathematics. I see it as the most beautiful, most exciting, most poetic, and the most sublime of all activities. I have and have had for many years a little plaything, a toy, something I like… Continue reading Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna – Day 25
Misunderstandings and neglect cause more mischief in the world than even malice and wickedness
Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna Day 24 – Tuesday after 4th Sunday of Lent To Read: ‘Sometimes’, said Anna, ‘growed-ups make kids have bits of glass.’ ‘Why would they want to do that?’ I asked. ‘So they can make the kids do something they want them to.’ ‘You mean frighten them?’ ‘Yes.… Continue reading Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna – Day 24
Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress.
Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna Day 23 – Monday after 4th Sunday of Lent To Read: [Note: here and later ‘bits of glass’ refers to the pieces of a kaleidoscope that Anna used to base her thoughts on] Mister God most certainly enjoyed it, but then Mister God didn’t at all mind making… Continue reading Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna – Day 23
Plant patience in the garden of thy soul!
The roots are bitter, but the fruits are sweet;
And when, at last, it stands, a tree complete,
Beneath its tender shade the burning heat
And burden of the day shall lose control-
Plant patience in the garden of thy soul!
Jesus is our Midwife and like a mother looks on us every day with love.
Jesus, with His own body, defeats the power of death and sin and bears us all into the promise of the Life after Life.
Keep me from wrath, let it seem e’er so right; my wrath will never work Thy righteousness. Incline mine heart to take men’s wrongs as Thou tak’st mine.
Suffolk Vicar 