O God, can a man find you when he lies with his face downwards And his nose in the rubble that was his achievement? Is the music playing behind the door of despair? Patrick Kavanagh (1904-67).
Holy Spirit: in Christian Experience
God’s latecomers
‘Like me,’ she said to them, ‘you were late in coming. The shepherds were here long before; even the cattle. They had joined the chorus of angels before you were on your way….’ ‘How laboriously you came, taking sights and calculating, whereas the shepherds had run...
Time passes, waiting
… Young I pronounced you. Older I still do, but seldomer now, leaning far out over an immense depth, letting your name go and waiting, somewhere between faith and doubt for the echoes of its arrival. R.S. Thomas (1913-2000), Frequencies,...
Setting others free
Drained is love in making full; Bound in setting others free; Poor in making many rich; Weak in giving power to be. W.H. Vanstone (1923-99), Love’s Endeavour, Love’s Expense.
A Christian of sorts
I’m a Christian in my way; How it’s difficult to say; I’ve the haziest sort of notion What I mean by my devotion. Clichés clutter in my head, Catch words are my daily bread, Exquisitely undefined is the thing I call my mind. David Elton Trueblood...
My unburied spark
Cold in the dust this perished heart may lie, But that which warmed it once will never die! That spark unburied in its mortal frame With living light, eternal, and the same. Thomas Campbell (1777-1844).






