When it comes to musical taste we all think we are experts. My upbringing in music was mixed. Dad had …
So now somewhere in North Yorkshire Police HQ is a review proclaiming that ‘Nick has many leather bound books and his apartment smells of rich mahogany’ which, while true, is neither here nor there.
It is very easy to feel rejected. There can be many causes. Some trivial, some not. As a three-year old …
We all know the cliches about how we are more connected to each other than ever but somehow more lonely and I’m not going to re-cover that ground. Instead I have been thinking about how this state of affairs has affected our relationship with God. I think I have a ‘text’ relationship with God. But only the bad side of texting.
One of the patients we visited was a small baby who was waiting for a liver transplant. The poor little lad was full of tubes, and a strange shade of yellow. As we walked into the room his parents jokingly asked what blood type I was – to see if I would share a piece of my liver! And this set me thinking… why not?
The list leads to an ultimately more peaceful existence for me, it gives me satisfaction, and I know when I obey it things will be better. But sometimes my rebellious self thinks ‘Stuff you, stupid list, why are there so many jobs on you today, and what’s this? An extra job that has never appeared on you before? No no no no no. This cannot be right. Best just to ignore you altogether.’
Silence is an underrated tool of reflection that can be used to great effect in drawing close to the Lord, and seeking his still small voice. The silence that followed this remark wasn’t of that ilk, but I tried to look as though I was reflecting so to appear holier than everyone else in the room who were now staring forlornly at me.