"The only thing that can save us as a species is seeing how
we're not thinking about future generations in the way we live.
What's lacking is generativity, a generativity that will promote
positive values in the lives of the next generation. Unfortunately,
we set the
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What is theology?
Posted on by James Woodward
On the other hand, theology could be provisionally described as that which attempts to come to grips with this life-giving experience, to describe the source from which everything is suspended and from which our faith is born. In faith God is experienced as the absolute subj
seagull
Posted on by James Woodward
If my spirit
descended now, it would be
a lost gull flaring against
a deepening hillside, or an angel
who cries too easily, or a single
glass of seawater, no longer blue
or mysterious, and still salty.
From Philip Levine, Holding on
Living with Difference?
Posted on by James Woodward
Being able to think differently from those around us and being able to function lovingly with people who think otherwise is the ultimate in human endeavor.
It requires three things: a heart large enough to deal with conflict positively, enduringly, and kindly; a keen sense of
Queen Anne Ride Windsor Great Park
Posted on by James Woodward
Queen Anne's Ride, dating from 1708, is a grand avenue similar to The Long Walk, also three miles in length, but unlike its more famous counterpart, it features only a single row of trees on each side. It runs south-west towards Ascot. In the 18th Century it was known as Queen'
ripples
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Little patches of grass disappear
In the jaws of lusty squirrels
Who slip into the spruce.
Cars collapse into parts.
Spring dissolves into summer,
The kitten into the cat.
A tray of drinks departs from the buffet
And voilà! the party's over.
All that's left are some pick
‘Those who want to save their life will lose it’ (Matthew 16.25)
Posted on by James Woodward
28th August Mattins St Georges Chapel Windsor (Jeremiah 15. 15–21 Matthew 16. 21–28 )
'Those who want to save their life will lose it’ (Matthew 16.25)
I remember going to a Ruby Wedding party in my last parish and delighted in the way the couple seemed to be able to lau
Embrace all of life as gift
Posted on by James Woodward
Life, after all, is a struggle, a journey in uncharted space, an exercise in both gain and loss, joy and sorrow.
No life consists of nothing but success and satisfaction, security and self- gratification.
Failure and disappointment, loss and pain are natural parts of the
wrought flower
Posted on by James Woodward
I believe the earth
exists, and
in each minim mote
of its dust the holy
glow of thy candle.
Thou
unknown I know,
thou spirit,
giver,
lover of making, of the
wrought letter,
wrought flower,
iron, deed, dream
the ordinary glow
of common dust in ancient sunlight.
Be, that
In Memory : Father Donald Allchin
Posted on by James Woodward
FR DONALD was our Warden for 27 years, and then Warden Emeritus. During the intercessions at Mass he would pray for the Sisters of the Love of God 'wherever they may be', and we would wonder... And we could apply the same phrase to him, praying for Fr Donald 'wherever he may be
Wealth and Poverty
Posted on by James Woodward
For two-thirds of the world, poverty is the order of the day.
Yet, as Epicurus knew, "Wealth consists not in having great possessions, but in having few wants' It is that kind of poverty of which Jesus speaks when he tells the rich young man to "sell everything you have, gi
Subtle Degrees
Posted on by James Woodward
subtle degrees
of domination and servitude
are what you know as love
but love is different
it arrives complete
just there
like the moon in the window
like the sun
of neither east nor west
nor of anyplace
when that sun arrives
east and west a
The purpose of wealth?
Posted on by James Woodward
Clearly, the purpose of wealth is not security. The purpose of wealth is reckless generosity, the kind that sings of the lavish love of God, the kind that rekindles hope on dark days, the kind that reminds us that God is with us always. It creates in the holy heart a freedom of
seagull
Posted on by James Woodward
If my spirit
descended now, it would be
a lost gull flaring against
a deepening hillside, or an angel
who cries too easily, or a single
glass of seawater, no longer blue
or mysterious, and still salty.
From Philip Levine, Holding on
Misericords
Posted on by James Woodward
A misericord (sometimes named mercy seat, like the Biblical object) is a small wooden shelf on the underside of a folding seat in a church, installed to provide a degree of comfort for a person who has to stand during long periods of prayer.
Prayers in the early medi
blossoming
Posted on by James Woodward
If humans could be
that intensely whole, undistracted, unhurried,
swift from sheer
unswerving impetus! If we could blossom
out of ourselves, giving
nothing imperfect, withholding nothing!
From Denise Levertov, The métier of blossoming
Bangor Cathedral
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Bangor Cathedral is an ancient place of Christian worship situated in Bangor, Gwynedd, north-west Wales. It is dedicated to its founder, Saint Deiniol.
The site of the present building of Bangor Cathedral has been in use as a place of Christian worship since the 6th century. T
Favourite galleries: Oriel Ynys Mon, Wales
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Oriel Ynys Môn is a museum and arts centre located in Llangefni, Ynys Môn, Wales.
A two-part centre, the History Gallery provides an insight into the island's culture, history and environment. The Art Gallery has a changing programme of exhibitions, encompassing art, craft,
What is faith?
Posted on by James Woodward
Faith is belief that God is leading us to become in tune with the universe, however different we see ourselves to be.
Faith is trust in the unknown goodness of life without demand for certainty in the science of it.
Faith is belief that the God we call "our God" is ei
A sense of alleluia
Posted on by James Woodward
Every segment of life is both gift and challenge, both endowment and responsibility. It is the warp and woof of the fabric we call time. The delicate interplay between the two has the power to rock us back and forth between total confidence and abject despair. We lurch th