Wednesday, March 31, 2010


Psalm 55, 74
Lam. 2:1-9




You may or may not like the view that I am taking of this parable today. I am being defensive because I know it is off the wall and I know that there are some holes in the argument. Also I am being as brief as possible because of the reduction in the number of fingers available for writing.
God created the world. He planted his vineyard. He made mankind to tend the vineyard. Civilizations develop, abuse themselves or the environment or both and then fizzle away.
Our era seems to be the ultimate in misuse of the world's God given resources. Our husbandry is completely focused on our own selfish goals. We use and abuse the world's mineral and agricultural resources. All is ours and for our use. We are indeed the selfish tenants keeping everything, the whole inheritance for ourselves.
Remember the story of the sand dollar, baby turtle...it has taken many forms as it did its rounds as an email forward. There was a beach littered with stranded sand dollars and one person throwing a few back into the water. When asked why he bothered since he was having such an insignificant effect on the whole situation "But to each one that I put back into the ocean I am giving life." The sum of all our little efforts is great. Today I shall walk, use public transport and carry my shopping in a cotton bag. Aren't I a good girl? Here ends the ecological lesson.
I hope I remember not to disown Jesus by any of my selfish activities. This is the religious and more normal conclusion from this parable.


Note: I have no idea why I took this photograph but it is certainly useful today.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Psalm 6, 12, 94
Lam. 1:17-22


Psalm 6 always reminds me of the anguish which followed Matthew's death. How I awoke every morning to a pillow soaked in tears. Tears that had been involuntarily wept whilst I slept.
And now my bone is in agony though it might be more precise to say that my bone was in agony but the cast is giving a lot of relief. These two thoughts and Psalm 94 provoked me to wonder what God thought as he saw Jesus on the cross. His son in agony. Whilst Matthew was on the life support machine we prayed, our friends prayed, we hoped that he would come back from the dead. God knew the outcome but that did not spare Jesus the pain and agony.
God knew the outcome. He knows our outcome too.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Once there was a fig tree.


Psalm 51:1-18, 69:1-23
Lam. 1:1-2,6-12


I shall miss my fig tree. I enjoyed the occasional fig early when I won the race against the mocking birds to the green gems. In my rush to win the fig I usually ate the fig way before it was at its succulent best. Jesus seemed to have a similar problem - no ripe figs. The poor fig tree gets withered. This seems to be a very human reaction. When things go wrong we swear and curse and call damnation on the offence be it person or object, irrespective of whether our reaction is reasonable.
It seems as if Jesus was human too. Poor old fig tree.
Perhaps I need to be more sincere and genuine in my reactions.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Psalm 24, 29, 103

What do we do in church? Is it prayerful? Does anyone make any profit there? Does everything bring glory to God?

Friday, March 26, 2010

Saturday in the Grand Place


Psalm 22, 95, 141, 143:1-11
Exod. 9:13-35


One of my favourite pastimes in Brussels is to go to the Grand Place for breakfast. A good cup of coffee, the inevitable croissant and for those who like it a delicious pain au chocolate. In fact we choose our restaurant by the quality of the pain au chocolat. On a Saturday there is another criterion-where to get the best view of the brides. Saturday is the day for the obligatory legal wedding ceremony. These take place in the ancient town hall on the Grand Place- quite a spectacular place for a wedding even before you get to the church. I love looking at wedding dresses so saturday morning in the Grand Place is a good place for my indulgence. Formal dress or informal, long or short, veil or no veil. I feast on all the styles.
Through the veil I see but a shadow of the face.
Of course the radiant brides posing with their new spouse on the ancient steps for the photographic ceremony have their face fully exposed, the sunlight lighting up their smiles.
Who took off the veil, maybe the husband, maybe the bride, maybe it was a joint effort but it was the time when they saw each other plainly for that day and could smile into each others hearts.
So it is with us and God.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Goody Two Shoes

Psalm 131, 132,133, 140, 142


He kept all the commandments down to the letter, did exactly what Mommy and Daddy said and went to church regularly. But he knew there was more to the full story of religion. That is why he came to Jesus.
Now I have enough of a problem getting a piece of thread through the eye of a needle let alone a camel. Just as the thread follows the end through the eye we have to follow Jesus. Where did Jesus go? I would like to say that he moved across the Atlantic Ocean four times, including to a country that did not speak his local language. But I think the real answer is more about the people he kept company with and his attitude to conventional religion.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Chocolate with Lavender


Psalm 119:145-176, 128, 129, 130
Exod. 7:8-24


That one is really good. I thought it a strange combination but it is simply delicious. I wish I could post some and you could try it. English lavender is difficult to grow in Texas but for quite a few years I had some French lavender planted with cottage pinks. I thought it looked good and the fragrance was almost as good as English lavender, I suppose it was not so strong which might be good as English lavender certainly lets you know when it is around.
Fifty years ago life was more openly competitive. I took the 11+ exam. We had to go to the local grammar school to sit the exam. We were lined up in desks a measured distance apart just as if we were taking A level or Advanced Placement exams. Writing was less of my thing then than now. Part way through the essay writing time I was distracted by fresh bread. Crusty bread with a soft white filling. I knew what it was as I regularly bought bread next to that school. It was the pre-lunchtime bake. The aroma of fresh bread wafted into the hall. How could one possible concentrate on a life-changing essay with fresh bread being tantalizingly baked next door. I could not see that bread but I could certainly taste it.
So it is with God. Unseen but known by the fragrance emanating from those who love him. hope Fresh bread and lavender or even lavender filled chocolate or bad egg?



Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Psalms 120, 121, 122, 123, 124, 125, 126, 127
Exod. 5:1-6:1

I cut off my right hand because I place food, food that I do not need, in my mouth with it and taught my children to do likewise. My left had goes as I write things that should not be written. Both feet disappear when I go to places that I should not when I should be doing something else- I go shopping when I should be visiting. Perhaps that takes care of my legs and eyes too. Setting a bad example is easy. Once the example is followed then I have caused a little one to sin. Sinning is so easy. My tongue is looking at the half eaten bar of chocolate which my waistline knows should stay in the packet. To eat it would be a misuse of the body that God has given me. "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never harm me". Maybe, but I know that my words have shown my children a side of life that is not God centred. The tongue is definitely missing from my body.
What is left? The parts that Jesus saved.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Friends and making them.


Psalm 118, Psalm 145
Exod. 3:16-4:12



Who is your friend? How did you meet them? I met Jeanne when we were delivering food to ladies in our neighborhood who were sick or just given birth. The first time I met Leslie was when I was delivering food from our church to her house as she had just moved into our area. I became friends with Julia when I invited her to stay with us when she was on a job interview at the school where I worked. Pat became my friend when I visited her and she welcomed me into her house- the same with Easter. Friendships are cemented when you share food and space.
I have been less frequent with my writing this week as Becky and a friend are here. Therefore I was glad to see Paul exhorting me to "Practice hospitality" in verse 11 and felt slightly better about not maintaining my Lenten contract. I coerced Mary Ann into my walking space.
Holy Spirit Church has its Foyer groups. We are friends with many people because of the bonds forged in these groups that dine together. One of my special times was spending time with Richard and Claudia just before we left the USA. And this time included sharing a cell phone.
Perhaps sharing food is one of my themes this Lent as I have already mentioned Kate and two or three Brussels friends and their hospitality. God has put many welcoming friends into my life.
"Practice hospitality" is certainly a point on which I agree with St Paul. Actually most of this reading makes good sense. Paul is more eloquent than I am and his English has been perfected by many editors.
I am going to spend some time on my walk this afternoon thanking God for my friends and their hospitality. Maybe I shall also think about to whom I should extend the arm of hospitality to today.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Would you like...?

Exod. 2:1-22

An outward manifestation of love is compassion. Jesus was continually being motivated by compassion- his healings and feedings. As he told one of the teachers of the law in Mark 12:28-34 " 30Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.31The second is this: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'".How do I show my love to myself? Usually I give myself little treat., Maybe, I will stop at a cafe for a cup of coffee which in this country usually come with an excellent little chocolate, or perhaps I will go for an extra long work in the forest or do a crossword puzzle. I know how to treat myself. I don't think God wants me to buy him a cup of coffee as Buddhists do but I could find a lonely person to enjoy coffee with. As strangers in a strange country and without friends people have welcomed us into their homes. The quiet nudge to make a telephone call or send an email, to take a meal, to share a meal. Done because they are needed and with a willing friendly heart. I have been the recipient of all. Now I need to go and do likewise. Worship God, yes, but be motivated by love in all I do.
"The problem of the soul is how to live noble in an animal environment; how to persuade and train the tongue and the senses to behave in agreement with the insights of the soul". From God in Search of Man by Abraham Joshua Heschel.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Notes for now

Psalm 69:1-23, 31-38, Psalm 73
Exod. 1:6-22


Lots of slippery ground and mud.

Only two midwives for all those Israelites! Each birth is different and a miracle. Death of a baby, a lost life- lost potential but maybe the total purpose of that life was to be short, an introduction into something new. People I have met and bonds forged because of Matthew's death.


A church needs each of us. Those with the spectacular gifts and those with the mundane.


Who do I say that Jesus is?

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Between the City and the Thin Place


Psalm 101, 109:1-4(5-19)20-30, 119:121-144
Gen. 50:15-26



Today is St Patrick's Day. Patrick is probably the most renowned Celtic saints though I would like to think that it is St David of Wales or Columba of Iona. St Cuthbert was also a great guy.
As I walk through the forest each morning and see the sun streaming through the bare branches and alighting on a moss covered tree stump it is easy to converse with God. All creation sings to his glory. Currently this is my 'thin place'. Last week we visited Zoutelande on the dutch coast. An almost empty ocean beach does it to me too, or standing on a cliff edge looking at the swirling waters, breakers hurling themselves against ancient rock- power kept under control; or untrodden snow or one snowflake.

My thin places are not city streets filled with bustling people intent on casting their eyes the other way so I was alarmed to read reference to 'the city of God' as a good place in Psalm 101:8 Also in Revelation God dwells in the New Jerusalem - a city. Should I go to the city to see God?

But we do have the example of Jesus who often went to quiet and secluded places in order to pray. He even spent forty days in the desert. The saintly recluses withdrew from the world to their thin place, including Jesus, as we saw in the miraculous picnics were pursued by those wanted to share and experience the space. People are important. God gives his gifts to people for the edification of all 1 Cor. 12:1-11. Gifts are no good if kept locked away in a cupboard or kept for one's own benefit. Treats are best shared and enjoyed.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The way of life

Psalms 94, 95, 97, 99,100
Gen. 49:29-50:14


I thought I would write about death and the experience of one's parents dying; of the one memory I have of my father which was a few days before his death or the guilt that I have over my mother's death- the fact that I was not with her but many miles away.
But my message is that the way of Jesus is the way of life. Jesus' actions were motivated by compassion and love of God. We had the feeding of many thousands last week. Here is another account. Jesus healed many people on different occasions Mark tells us that he also fed a crowd multiple times.
This time he forestalled their hunger. He took what little there was and transformed it into a feast for all. afterwards there were plenty of leftovers to be shared on the way home.
How aware am I of the needs of those around me? When I do notice them am I motivated to act or do I just follow my own path of apathy?
Telephone calls, friendly emails, spending time drinking coffee or tea are all cheap if I could only be motivated by compassion. My friend Kate invited me to spend hours in her house every week for quite a few years whilst my daughters were at dance class rather than me walk the shops or sit in the car. It must have been very inconvenient for her sometimes. She gave us dinner too.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Seaside and crumbs


Psalm 89
Gen. 49:1-28




Jesus went to the seaside. The real seaside this time, the Mediterranean Coast, not the Sea of Galilee. Perhaps he wanted to keep his presence a secret so that he could have a restful time looking out of the ocean. That is what I like to do when I am on vacation. I like the anticipation of vacations almost as much as I enjoy the time away from the normal run of life. I plan trips and books to read, walks to take and cliffs to explore, always bearing in mind that the weather might influence the plans. Arriving and the short while after that might just be the most exciting time- the time when anticipation is realized.
Jesus had just arrived. Probably he had gone into the house to recover from the day's journey. I wonder if he was staying with a friend and had some catching up to do or if he was at a Bed & Breakfast establishment, staying with a welcoming stranger? His plan was no crowds. In comes a female foreigner. When my dogs hover underneath the table they are not necessarily asking for tasty morsel to be donated to them, though that would make life exciting. No they are just hopeful that a little something will accidentally fall their way. They figure that one has to be in place just in case luck will happen. This woman was not asking for much from Jesus but it was a big deal for her and for that she risked a snide comment on disturbing his peace or was it his plans?
I am a planner. I had a little timetable of activities for today but somehow I am behind already. Jesus always seems to be fluid in maintaining his plans, particularly when motivated by compassion. How sensitive am I to the needs of others?
And from the other direction. How determined am I to make my needs known to Jesus?


Note on photograph. How could I disturb him to take a photograph underneath the table?

Sunday, March 14, 2010

The world is round


Psalms 19, 46, 66, 67
Gen. 48:8-22


I believe that the world is round. But why would I do such an illogical thing. When I go for a walk the land seems to have ups and downs but no continuous curve to it. The only evidence for a round world is outside my own little world. I have to believe the evidence of those who have travelled further than me. And if the world is round why don't I slip down the side? I am told that something called gravity keeps my feet on 'level' ground. What is the evidence for gravity?
Many people for many years believed that the world is round. New evidence was introduced and we now know that the world is not a plane surface.
Jesus was asked "What miraculous sign will you give that we may see it and believe you?" He had been doing miracles almost non-stop but these people wanted their own special sign, one literally to prove that Jesus is the Son of God. They were not willing to read the signs of compassion and creation.
Believing can be difficult, we have to overcome our prejudice.
From the other side we need to share our stories and actions of Jesus in our life. That is why I am doing this.


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Saturday, March 13, 2010

Keeping up with the neighbors

Psalms 87, 90, 136
Genesis 47:27-48:7


Along with Amos' 'fat cows of Bashan' this is one of my favourite soapbox passages. Jesus did not come following the letter of the law. as he said he came to fulfil the law. The which he summarized as "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and your neighbor as yourself."
Our motivation should be love of God and as we know God's greatest love is us. Hence Jesus' little lecture about not using service to church as an excuse for neglecting family.
How much do I follow convention?

Friday, March 12, 2010

Straining at the oars.


Psalms 88, 91, 92
Gen. 47:1-26


The disciples had gone on ahead of Jesus. We do not know why, perhaps they had left him to pray and they were returning to their home port so that they could go to work. Jesus looked and saw that they were having difficulties. He came to their area. Was he just checking on them? They saw him and were scared. They did not recognize him. He spoke. They heard. Took him on board. All was well.

Note that they did not ask Jesus for help, he came of his own volition. All was well when they listened.

I think that currently I am at the stage of seeing Jesus in the distance but have not reached the haven. After months of tempestuous searching for a house we found one and it 'seemed right' to buy it. The house which we are buying is ok but the buying has not been without its problems and we are not in it yet. I am sure that all will be fine and the problems of location and kitchen will be resolved.


Picture Walking on Water, by Ivan Aivazovsky (1888)

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Sharing ( for Thursday)

Psalms 42, 43, 85, 86
Gen. 46:1-7,28-34


I have to admit that when it comes to sharing I am more of a receiver than a giver. I will almost count the crumbs to make sure that nobody has a larger piece of cake than me. A friend who had been given some choice asparagus once insisted on giving me some. I resisted because I knew that in the same situation I would have kept the whole lot and enjoyed every mouthful. She won though with the statement that it is good to share a treat. Now I agree. Have a good piece of Belgian chocolate, eat half, give half to a friend then you can both enjoy the gastronomic delight and talk about the pleasure too. That way you have two treats.
Personally I believe in miracles, that bread and fish materialized from nowhere for 5000 men and some women and children too. However an ungenerous person enjoying sharing is a miracle in itself and if that is what happened on this occasion- those 5000 men led by the example of a little lad getting out their picnics and sharing with their neighbor then so be it.
This blog is early because tomorrow we are going on a day-trip to England, probably to Rye, Winchelsea and of course a grocery store.

Honey and chocolate

Psalm 81, 82, 119:97-120
Genesis 45:16-28


Last night I took the dogs for a walk well after dark. I walked in the wood on the edge of the park. I am always a little anxious when I go there. I almost tripped on a fallen branch. This led me to thinking about what I think about when I walk. Physical exercise is good for you, even for your mental health. I am sorry I cannot remember the source of this assertion but it has been medically proven. Hence I gave myself a brownie point for going out in the cold for a brisk walk and moved from wood to street.
The sidewalks are very uneven. I got to looking at the cracks and seeing if they followed any pattern. I am not sure if this is a mind stretching activity but i was certainly moving and exercising. This caused me to remember something I had heard when I was a young. A family friend had been on a tour of one of the chocolate factories in York, either Terry's or Rowntree's. He was telling us about talking to the lady in charge of the dark chocolate cherry. Cherry flavoured fondant topped with a morsel of red cherry all encased in dark chocolate. Each filing coming down the belt stopping for a second to put on its molten coat. "Don't you get bored?" "They're all different" She replied. He was a high school senior. You can imagine what he thought about this factory workers reply. Yesterday looking at all those similar cracks in the pavement made me think how much it takes an expert to see differences in the mundane. Most of us go about our own business ignoring the minutia of life, those tiny differences which make the ordinary exquisite.
In Belgium there are whole shops devoted to honey. One of the markets I go to has two stands which only sell honey. Honey from different places, honey from different flowers, honey with differing amounts of wax. I was amazed at the variety. Now I have moved on from just buying generic honey.
God is an expert in all things, that is why I am special to him. And because I am his I hope I can see the specialness in everyone I meet.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Your story


Psalm 78
Genesis 45:1-15


When Psalm 78 is the psalm of the day I usually groan. It is so long, even if you are only reading the part for morning or evening, and the story is so familiar. Those same old ups and downs of the Israelites. Today it occurred to me that I am just the same. God and I have been knocking around together for a long time. he has been doing the knocking and I do the running.
We first met when I was a teenager on a Christian Camp at Llanmadoc on the Gower Penisnsula in Wales. A beautiful setting. How could anyone not appreciate God and his creation? Towards the end of my high school career I decided that perhaps this was not the way to go. Apart from my faith how did I know there was a God. Also I was forgetting about Jesus party trick at the wedding, yes Jesus is a party animal otherwise he would have done nothing to the water as it was the end of the wedding and so everybody needed to sober up or given poor wine for the same reason. Agnostic, sitting on the fence, seemed to be the way to go. Even so when making the decision as to which college to attend I felt as if my brain was being guided. I did of course find a semi-logical explanation for my mother.
I could go on, just as Psalm 78 but I try to keep my thinking short so that it is easier to dwell on it and take out into the world for the day.
After I had decided that Psalm 78 would be my topic for the day I turned to one of my special books, A Guide to Prayer, which my friend Leslie Williams gave me about 20 years ago. She told me that she used a different color pen each year to make her comments and underlinings. I think it was about this time that I took courage in my hands and started making comments in books. On the eighth March 2002 I wrote "tell of your life with Christ" beside an extract from Henri Nouwen's "Time Enough to Minister". So apt after Psalm 78 though there was really no connection between them other than I read them both today. Our story and experience, the ups and downs, ins and out, and especially the to's and fro's of our relationship with God, his ever presence even in our shady times are our story and we each have one.


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Monday, March 8, 2010

In the Fast Lane & Tram 25


Psalm 77, 80
Genesis 44:18-34


When my third child was born one of my neighbours asked me "What's it like in the fast lane". Being fairly new from Britain I had no clue what she was talking about. Now of course 22 years later I have had plenty of experience of the fast lane. "Don't ask me now, I'm too busy". Jesus was a single man, no house, no wife, no kids what would he now about the Fast Lane. Then we read this story. The relgious leader asking for his help, and quickly because his little girl was dying. We know how desperately we parents behave when we think our child is sick. If we think they are dangerously ill then we take our actions to new levels of desperation. Jairus' daughter was that sick. He had risked the wrath of the pharisees in asking Jesus to come to his house to heal his daughter. He might even have been risking his job and his position in society. He was living dangerously for his daughter. He knew that he needed action quickly.
We now take a break and discuss the Tram 25 route in Brussels. It must be one of the slowest routes I have ever travelled. It conveniently goes from a downtown shopping centre to a few minutes walk from our apartment but it seems to travel all round Brussels to get there. A combination of the Metro and Tram 94 is much quicker but then one has the change. Also the 25 goes to Gare Nord which the Metro does not which adds another leg to the journey home. Becky and I went to Antwerp for the day. Antwerp has very good shops and also a few famous artists in its history. When we got to Gare Nord there was an announcement that the train was not going any further. Don't you hate your plans being interupted? I bet Jairus did. The only means left for healing his daughter was on the way to the house and then there was the announcement.
We went to the tram stop to make our way to the metro and the first tram which came along was a 25 so the obvious thing to do was to get on it. At 5pm all forms of transport in Brussels are busy. Gare Nord is near the beginning of the route so we easily found space on the tram but not a seat. Fine but as more and more pushed their way onto the already crowded tram we found ourselves in the worst place- that part where the two coaches of the tram join, the one with the moving circle in the floor. You have to be able to brace yourself against something especially on all bends and particularly if you have one foot on the circle and one on the relatively stable tram. We were like sardines. The only reason I stayed vertical was because of all the other people squeezed into the tram. And Jesus in the crowd said "Somebody touched me". The disciples replied "You must be joking. Of course somebody touched you.' We are so crowded in here we are all touching each other". They did not know about the special touch of Jesus but the woman who needed healing was aware of it. She had edged her way through the crowd to the right place, the place of healing.
It was the same place that Jairus experienced a while later in the quiet of his daughter's room.
Jesus understands our chaos and distress. He heals both.



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Sunday, March 7, 2010

Psalms 34, 93, 96
Genesis 44:1-17


What sort of a guy was Joseph that he put his brothers through all that stress even after they had proved that they were now genuine chaps? Why keep accusing them of being dishonest? Was he being vindictive and trying to get his own back. Had they grown up and he had not? Seems a strange situation.
Whatever our foibles and weaknesses God can still use us.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

The Lord is my Shepherd


Psalm 23, 27, 75, 76
Genesis 43:16-34

David's example of praise and trust is difficult to follow. Have a try with me.


1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.

2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,

he leads me beside quiet waters,

I trust you to provide for my basic needs. Usually when we have a problem you resolve it. Why else are we living in Belgium.

3 he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.

I wonder why we are here? I am sure there is a reason other than my ability to make coffee on a Friday when no other person is available.

4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

When we experienced death we felt that you were close to us in the love and support that our friends gave us.

5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.

You get me out of sticky situations.

6 Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.

I do not doubt that you will continue to look after em all my life.


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Friday, March 5, 2010

LET EVERYTHING THAT HAS BREATH PRAISE GOD

Psalms 69:1-23(24-30)31-38; 73
Genesis. 43:1-15

Psalm 69:2 When I was young my mother was so fearful of me being in water that I was not allowed to go into the deep end of the pool for it was a scary place. I grew up, I went to the deep end but I still cannot get my ears wet or submerge my face. Once we were staying at one of those hotels that has a pool inside and out. I dearly wanted to swim from one to the other but the only way I could do it was for my boys to hold me down and push me through. Getting back I was no braver and we had to repeat the torture.

Genesis 43:13 Israel's fear for the safety of his children, or is it really his fear of suffering the loss of his offspring. Those of us who are parents know this even before the birth of the baby we are concerned about it- will it be a normal healthy baby; what will they get up to or into in preschool, kindergarten, elementary school, high school, college; the first time you let them go with another teenage driver; the first time they drive, especially by themselves. Raising one's children is wrought with fears.

Mark 4:38 The disciples fear the storm, even though they were fishermen and presumably used to being out on the lake. Perhaps it was because of their experience that they knew to be afraid of the sudden squall- like the Texan and the hurricane.

Today is Women's World day of Prayer. The service, LET EVERYTHING THAT HAS BREATH PRAISE GOD, was written by women in the Cameroon. We prayed for their fears. Fear that the crops would not grow, fear of disease to livestock and family. A whole different set of fears from mine. Their theme was praise. Praise in spite of fear, praise for life itself for we all have that gift.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Antiques Road Show


Psalm70, 71,74
Genesis 42:29-38


We have a lot of sort of antiques, lots of "things" gathered from our parents, grandparents, great aunts, friends, garage sales and the odd junk shop. Most of it we did not buy we acquired. I have spent many hours searching the internet to find similar items so that we could complete our inventory for the moving company. The contents of some cupboards I could only guess at as I really do not know in detail what is there, a silver spoon brought back from the First World War and a china teapot which I know my mother valued but I cannot remember the story. Many treasures without a story or a monetary value.
It is the same with my body. I have no clue what is in it. I know that it works and is very uselful, particularly when there are no painful parts. All the little bits of our wonderful bodies usually just get along fine doing their job without a worry or a care from us. Usually it is only when something goes wrong that we take a thought for our body. The French for surgery (am) or operation (en) is 'intervention'. I certainly feel as if somebody has been putting herself (the doctor is a lady) into my face, albeit for my ultimate benefit. The cost is a few days discomfort and a few euros, just fixing the body that is here.
One of our prized possessions is a Welsh Dresser which we bought from the mother of a friend. Genuine Welsh, handmade in Wales. We display some of our plate collection on it. The really special plates are edged in gold. Originally we bought them as a Christmas present for each other on alternate years, after we had children we shared the gift each year! We have twelve of them, two sets of six; new price $480, from a dealer $1200 or ebay $94. What price our body? It depends who is valuing or cherishing it. My physical body is a gift from God to be nurtured and maintained as His to go about his business.
My spiritual body bought with Jesus' life- priceless.

Judi-"Sorry about having to use this photograph. I intended using Sharon's photograph of the Welsh Dresser but I think it is in David's workbag." Maybe I shall change it later in the day.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Bread and spreading friendship


Psalms 61, 62, 68


This does not sound like the bread (recipe below) that I make but more like a sour dough type where it is essential to have a previously made starter fermented from flour and water rather than the modern little balls of yeast that I buy in large quantities at the grocery store. Some of the starter is added to the bread dough and the rest carries on living and growing. Bad starter, or yeast, will give bad bread.
It reminds me of a "friendship cake" starter that went the rounds in Denton. Denton is a village in Northampton. At the time it had a population of about 600 people. Somebody was given a helping of starter for a cake mix. The instructions were to make the cake and then give away 3 lots of starter taken from the dough whilst mixing the cake. The problem was that in such a small community even if one kept one of the starter mixes for another cake for your own family you ran out of friends with whom to share the starter. friends almost became non- friends. Diffidently one would inquire if a friend had already received the cake and rejoice if they had not. Soon there was hardly a household in the little place that was not having friendship cake for their afternoon treat on a daily basis. It even sustained one at elevenses with our morning coffee. Yes that starter worked through the whole village.
I suppose we need to be careful about what we share. last week I visited Denton. I saw friends who I had not seen since 1992 and one who I had kept in contact with. God puts in our way people who are just in our lives whether we see them or not but when we do meet up the time is precious. This brings me to Jesus' comments in Mark 3:34, 35, the end of today's gospel but I shall not go there.
34Then he looked at those seated in a circle around him and said, "Here are my mother and my brothers! 35Whoever does God's will is my brother and sister and mother."

Note: I could not find the copyright information for this photograph but the original can be seen on
http://www.northantsvillages.org.uk/denton/ where there are more photographs and information about the village


Bread

3.5 cups flour I usually use wholewheat but best result is 3 wholewheat, 0.5 white
1 tps dried yeast
1/3 cup oil ( I like sunflower but any is OK, sunflower is sometimes difficult to find in USA but not in Europe)
tepid water to mix ( just right to your finger- neither too hot or too cold)

Put the flour and yeast into a bowl and mix. Make a well in the centre and add about 1 cup of water and the oil. Stir until the liquid is absorbed. add more water slowly, stirring well to absorb it before yo add more. When everything comes together in a nice ball you have finished adding water. If it is sticky you can add more flour if you like. I usually do not, David does. A damp dough gives a crusty bread.
Leave in the bowl until it has risen a bit- how much depends on how quickly you want to cook it. Bread is very forgiving. In Houston I just left the bowl on the countertop, whatever the time of year. In Brussels I have to put it near a radiator.
Heat the oven to 400 deg F, maybe 425 or 200/210 deg C
Place the mix the dough. If you like to get your hands floury then knead it on a floured table, if not or you are in a hurry turn it over and bash down with a wooden spoon whilst it is still in the bowl. Grease either a backing tray or a 1lb loaf pan. Place the dough on the tray or in the loaf pan. Bake about 40 minutes