Hunny! 40 Days in the 100 Aker Wood – Easter Day
Our Beloved in leaving us does not leave us desolate but leaves reminders of his presence. Perhaps not in an enchanted place but in ordinary things
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Hunny! 40 Days in the 100 Aker Wood – Day 40
To be able to provide a home for another is a precious gift, to know that our Beloved provides a home for us makes all our challenges, whether they involve squatting bishops or not, melt away.
Character and Conduct – 30 March – Lessons of Suffering
TO have suffered much is like knowing many languages. You have learnt to understand all, and to make yourself intelligible to all.
Character and Conduct – 29 March – Invalids
The sick-bed or the prison is as welcome as the harvest-field or the battlefield, when once your soul has come to value as the end of life the privilege of seeking and of finding Him.
Hunny! 40 Days in the 100 Aker Wood – Day 39
Our Beloved looks upon us in the midst of all the mess of our sins and, not ‘blinching’ at all, demonstrates his love by stretching out His arms to embrace the whole world on the tree of Calvary.
Hunny! 40 Days in the 100 Aker Wood – Day 38 – Maundy Thursday
This was not the only time since I have been in Holy Orders I have been threatened with a fire arm but it is the one when I prayed the deepest and hardest…
Character and Conduct – 28 March – Invalids
Their weak voices spoke gospels. The hands they seemed to clasp were really clasping theirs.
Hunny! 40 Days in the 100 Aker Wood – Day 37
This is a great challenge for we who walk the way of faith. The more we walk, the more miracles happen, the more we are tempted to think we are miracle workers. The Baptist knew this was a dangerous path and always aimed to be small instead of the next big thing.
Character and Conduct – 27 March – Physical Morality
THE preservation of health is a duty. Few men seem conscious that there is such a thing as physical morality.
Character and Conduct – 26 March – The Duty of Physical Health
WHEN we are out of sorts things get on our nerves, the most trifling annoyances assume the proportions of a catastrophe. It is a sure sign that we need rest and fresh air.
Suffolk Vicar 