Becoming Real: 40 Days with the Velveteen Rabbit Day 11 – Monday after Second Sunday of Lent – 1st March2010 To Read: One evening, when the Boy was going to bed, he couldn’t find the china dog that always slept with him. Nana was in a hurry, and it was too much trouble to hunt… Continue reading Becoming Real – Day 11
Becoming Real: 40 Days with the Velveteen Rabbit Day 10 – Saturday after First Sunday of Lent – 27th February2010 To Read: There was a person called Nana who ruled the nursery. Sometimes she took no notice of the playthings lying about, and sometimes, for no reason whatever, she went swooping about like a… Continue reading Becoming Real – Day 10
Becoming Real: 40 Days with the Velveteen Rabbit Day 9 – Friday after First Sunday of Lent – 26th February2010 To Read: The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to him. He longed to become Real, to know what it felt like; and yet… Continue reading Becoming Real – Day 9
Becoming Real: 40 Days with the Velveteen Rabbit Day 8 – Thursday after First Sunday of Lent – 25th February2010 To Read: “I suppose youare real?” said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled. “The… Continue reading Becoming Real – Day 8
Becoming Real: 40 Days with the Velveteen Rabbit Day 7 – Wednesday after First Sunday of Lent – 24th February2010 To Read: “Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?” “It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a… Continue reading Becoming Real – Day 7
Becoming Real: 40 Days with the Velveteen Rabbit Day 6 – Tuesday after First Sunday of Lent – 23rd February2010 To Read: “What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz… Continue reading Becoming Real – Day 6
A short humurous sketch based on the names of carols and the story of the Innkeeper of Bethlehem
Too essliy we forget our place and those who are the most importnat in God’s eyes. A poem from Felixstowe may help us recover our memory.
Learning to Live ‘From Now On’. The Greatest Showman lives a different live to Herod the Greatest No-Man
Grief is personal – We do no good by intruding with our own demands and end up bringing hurt instead of healing – hate instead of love.
