Archaeological discoveries



I know that many of us have been tidying up and throwing out during these weeks of Lockdown. The poor bin men. I’ve been clearing out as well and dong my study has been like an archaeological dig. Ancient papers that I kept for old times’ sake; ancient papers I kept meaning to look at them again and never did; ancient papers I just never realised had gone out of date. I have 3 blue bags lined up to go this week so clearing has had to stop for now.

   Amongst them though were some real finds. I’d like to share some of them with all of you.

Praying to see others correctly.

  This came from a Lent retreat in 1993 – on the subject of prayer. The retreat leader said: “We pray to see others correctly – and I find it helpful in doing this to give thanks for them more than praying for them. First thing in the morning, while I am dressing, washing, getting the paper, I give thanks for my family and friends and those whom God has given especially into my care. I don’t always feel like thanking God for them, I will admit, but it at least focuses on the positive signs of God’s grace in them, whereas I find praying for them leads me to centre on their negative characteristics.”

  How is that for a challenge as we seek to find better ways to live together?

Love and fear.





There are only two feelings. Love and fear.

There are only two languages. Love and fear.

There are only two activities. Love and fear.

There are only two motives, two procedures,

two frameworks, two results. Love and fear.

Love and fear.

   This reminds me of a passage from one of St John’s epistles: There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love. We love because he first loved us.” (1 John 4:18-19)


A longing for a future of peace.

  This is a poem by A.S.J. Tessimond called ‘Day Dream’:

One day people will touch and talk perhaps easily

And loving will be natural as breathing and warm as sunlight,

And people will untie themselves, as string is unknotted,

Unfold and yawn and stretch and spread their fingers,

Unfurl, uncurl like seaweed returned to the sea,

And work will be simple and swift as a seagull flying

And play will be casual and quiet as a seagull settling,

And the clocks will stop, and no-one will wonder or care to notice,

And people will smile without reason, even in winter, even in the rain.

I guess for me that would be my dream too. Yet for it to be more than a day dream, for me, it means turning back to the Lord Jesus and in a sense following the way of my 2 earlier archaeological finds!

I wonder what other finds there will be?