Within, in the secret soul, carefully hidden from men – what do you keep which weigh down your activity for God, which checks your feet when you wish to help mankind as Jesus helped them? Small and petty jealousies which gnaw away your high endeavour, which eat the heart out of your ideals and make mean your imagination; dog-faced memories of injuries done to you… Fling them off the shoulders of your life; fling them off your heart.
Believing is not about seeing things…
Believing is about us, you and I, kneeling in front of the risen wounded Christ. It is about being brave enough to know that the next words we will say, and the words by which we will lead our lives, are these and these alone. ‘My Lord and my God!’
…It is our daily duty to consider that in all circumstances of life… the conduct of every human being affects, more or less, the happiness of others,
here are others who lay the foundations of family life so narrow, straight, and strict, that there is room in them only for themselves and people exactly like themselves; and hence comes much misery.
Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna Easter Day To Read: It slowly began to make sense, the bits began to fall into place. Something was happening and it made me cry; for the first time in a long, long time I cried. I went out into the night and stayed out. The clouds seemed to… Continue reading Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna – Easter Day
Yeah, but no, but yeah, but… Vicky Pollard does Easter Sermon for Easter Day – Sunday 20 April 2025 – All Saints, Kesgrave Text: But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they came to the tomb, taking the spices that they had prepared. (Luke 24v1) God give you peace my sisters… Continue reading Yeah, but no, but yeah, but… Vicky Pollard does Easter – A Sermon
Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna Day 40 – Holy Saturday To Read: I wanted to say more, a whole lot more, but she wasn’t listening any more, just smiling. The days burnt up like giant candles, and time melted, ran, and congealed into useless and hideous lumps. Two days after the funeral I… Continue reading Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna – Day 40 – Holy Saturday
Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna Day 39 – Good Friday To Read: It was a beautiful sunny day. The street was full of kid noises. Laughter drowned the sounds of marching feet, when suddenly the world fell to pieces. One scream killed the laughter. It was Jackie’s. I turned around in time to catch her in my… Continue reading Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna – Day 39 – Good Friday
Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna Day 38 – Maundy Thursday To Read: ‘Fynn, I love you.’ When Anna said that every word was shattered by the fullness of meaning she packed into it. Her ‘I’ was a totality. Whatever this ‘I’ was for Anna was packed tight with being. Like the light that didn’t fray, Anna’s… Continue reading Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna – Day 38 – Maundy Thursday
Time hastens; therefore do to-day
Whatever kindly deed you may.
Time flies, suns rise, and shadows fall;
let it go by, lo! love is for ever over all.
Suffolk Vicar 