Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing.
Where in the whitethom
Singeth a thrush,
And a robin sings
In the holly-bush.
Full of fresh scents
Are the budding boughs
Arching high over
A cool green house:
F
Blog: Pictures-Books-Reflections
Bothered and Bewildered
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When we are bothered and bewildered it is doubly important that our thinking and reflecting are courageous and honest. And in particular it is necessary to avoid two 'quasi' intellectual habits:
The assumption that it is possible to impose solutions on people as a method of re
The Eucharist
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The sign-giving does not aim to take us back to the first century; the eucharist is not a time machine.
Rather, it catches us into the stream of God's continuing and liberating activity. It goes without saying that only the signs, rather than the symbols, can do this. The sign
ROGATION -TIDE
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This Sunday was originally so called because of the words in the Prayer Book gospel for the day: "Whatever you ask the Father in my name, he will give to you".
(The Latin is 'Rogare' - to ask.) In the strictly biblical context, the chief thing to ask for is the spirit of God
Home?
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John chapter 16 and verse28 I came forth from the Father, and am come into the world: again, I leave the world, and go to the Father.
A man arrives at the gates of heaven. St. Peter asks, "Religion?"
The man says, "Methodist."
St. Peter looks down his list, and says,
Contradiction, Collaboration and Comprimise?
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What a fascinating time and here are some images that sum up what we are all immersed in:
mist
Posted on by James Woodward
I wrote a poem on the mist
And a woman asked me what I meant by it.
I had thought till then only of the beauty of the mist,
how pearl and gray of it mix and reel,
And change the drab shanties with lighted lamps at evening
into points of mystery quivering with color.
I answer
Gods scale of time ?
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I do not think that the real problem is with time itself, but with the paucity of our imaginations.
God's time-scale is, like God, unimaginably enormous; the mind falters in the face of it, poised on a ghastly chasm of emptiness. It is easier to write off time than to accept t
The College of St George
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St George’s Windsor has a rich and varied history.
Foundation of the College of St George
On 6th August 1348 Edward III founded two new colleges, symbols of his devotion and generosity to the church. These institutions, which were essentially communities of priests, were ch
The Self?
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The self at any given moment is a made self — it is not a solid independent machine for deciding and acting efficiently or rationally in response to stimuli, but is itself a process, fluid and elusive, whose present range of possible responses is part of a developing s
Chocolate ‘linked to depression’ ????
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This is very bad news for me....!!!
People who regularly eat chocolate are more depressive, experts have found.
Research in Archives of Internal Medicine shows those who eat at least a bar every week are more glum than those who only eat chocolate now and again.
Many believe
take me across
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I can never forget that scrap of a song I once heard in the early dawn in the midst of the din of the crowd that had collected for a festival the night before: "Ferryman, take me across to the other shore!"
In the bustle of all our work there comes out this cry, "Take me
St Helens Cross Kelloe
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This extraordinary piece of English Romanesque Art played a very significant part of my spiritual nurture. It is located in the Norman Church where my faith was encouraged and sustained. I was gald to have this image sent to me by a local photographer, Trevor Smith.
Here is a lo
The Windsor Wheel
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From the heights of my bedroom window I can see the Windsor wheel being slowly erected..... it dominates the skyline to the West of the Castle. Here is a quotation from the official publicity:
The graceful giant wheel in Alexandra Gardens, Windsor will be returning from 1st
Mark the Evangelist
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Mark the Evangelist
is the traditional author of the Gospel of Mark, said to be the disciple and interpreter of Saint Peter, and the follower and Apostle of Jesus Christ. According to Eusebius]Mark composed a gospel embodying what he had heard Peter preach.
Tradition identifi
St George
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The Legend of St. George and the Dragon
St. George travelled for many months by land and sea until he came to Libya. Here he met a poor hermit who told him that everyone in that land was in great distress, for a dragon had long ravaged the country.
'Every day,' said the old m
Local News?!
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Well here is a catch up of the news from Windsor:
The air traffic has arrived back - will anyone want to get into an areoplane after all this?
We celebrate St George on Friday and I mark the end of a fascinating, rewarding and enriching year.
We marked the Queens bi
Why do people leave the Church?
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I first met Michael Goulder when I was working as a Hospital Chaplain in Birmingham. He was a wonderful and inspiring teacher - I was aware that he had left the Church but unsure quite of the reasons.
I was glad to come across his memoirs and in it he sums up his decision:
I wa
The Supper at Emmaus, By Caravaggio
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The moment when the disciples recognize the stranger in the midst as the risen Christ is show in a dramatic way, with arms outstretched and astonished faces. Here as elsewhere Caravaggio achieves part of his effect by the use of brilliantly lit figures against a dark background
Alphege
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Archbishop and "the First Martyr of Canterbury." He was born in 953 and became a monk in the Deerhurst Monastery in Gloucester, England, asking after a few years to become a hermit. He received permission for this vocation and retired to a small hut near Somerset, England. In 9