Salads? or oak trees?

“The Kingdom of God is like a mustard seed which a man took   and planted in his field. Though it is the smallest of all  our seeds, it is the  largest of garden plants and  becomes a tree, so the birds of the air come and perch in its . branches.”

Matthew 13 v 31-32

I like the idea of growing things. The house we have moved to has a very small garden. At some point I will organise a small herb garden and grow a small selection of rosemary and mint, but for now I want to add extra flavour to my salads. So I’ve arranged a saucer at the kitchen window lined with wet kitchen paper and sprinkled with mustard and cress. I will water it regularly. It will seek the summer sun and sleep in the darkness. The tiny green leaves will add heat to spice up my salad.

Science tells us that plants need air, warmth, moisture and light to let them grow, whether it be a seedling to flavour the salad or a tree in which the birds can rest.

I’m only talking about a leaf to add flavour. Jesus was talking about —-

Lord, you are speaking

of something much greater

than my tiny seed.

You speak of tiny seeds

which grow into trees.

Like acorns into oak trees.

So here I am

with my tiny seeds

in their tiny tray,

wet with water

from the tap

turning towards

the light from the window.

Yet your word

is like those tiny seeds.

Your words fall

upon my heart



without my knowing.

Like all seeds,

there is the need

for space,

for light

for warmth to surround it.


where the seed

might grow.

where your word might grow.

Your light will feed my seed.

the warmth

that will radiate.

The light

towards which

my seed might grow.

You give me free choice

the space

in which to make

my choices,

be they good or bad,

and when the sun

is blocked by shadows

and my seed is

shrouded in darkness,

then the seed is watered by

the tears of pain

the sorrows of this world

then my seed can grow.

It can face towards the light

and face you,

growing up strong and true.

May the seeds we grow

grow in your light,

fed by your love,

watered by our tears of anguish,

that your world may be filled

with the seeds

and the leaves

and the trees

which forest the earth

with the fruits of your love.


The important things.

 “The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the   Lord  be  praised”  Job 1 :21b

It was a beautiful winter morning. Cecil was sitting in the kitchen with his first coffee of the day, and staring out of the window. He loved mornings like this. The lawn was sparsely covered with a layer of frost, so thin the green of the grass was also poking through. The cold pale light from the early morning sun revealed itself from the hills on the distant horizon, casting an accusing glare through the mesh of winters denuded trees.

“The best time”, thought Cecil to himself as he picked up a note resting next to the phone. A list of hymns for the service this morning. Cecil was on the rota to play this Sunday. He liked the early mornings. He could drive to Crosham early and have a quick practice of the hymns before the service started.

The next step was to defrost the car, so after starting the engine he circled the car with his de-icer and scraper to prepare the car for the short journey. Then he straightened his tie, donned his well polished shoes. Crosham was not far away, about two miles. Straight up the country lane to the crossroads – then turn right for the car park entrance. He approached the crossroads, indicated right….

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There was an almighty bang as Cecil began to manouvre the car. Shards of glass and metal shattered across the road. After that – there was silence. Cecil was not sure what happened. He was conscious, so therefore he was alive. However he was trapped. His vision was impaired by the airbag. it was impossible to move his limbs. Why was it so deathly quiet? In the distance there was the sound of voices in the distance. After a couple of minutes there was the sound of sirens in the distance. Help was on its way. His car had collided with oncoming traffic, his little Fiat flattened by a four wheel drive – or at least that is how it had felt. Pain set in and by the time the blue flashing lights appeared he was drifting in and out of consciousness.

Some time later Cecil opened his eyes to find himself lying in a hospital bed. He tried to move. It was hard. The pain in parts of his body was excruciating pats where he seemed to have lost all feeling. he could not move. The healing process was going to be long and slow. The weeks changed to months. Thankfully he could eat, he could breath and he could hear. He could even speak. It was clear he would not be playing the organ, not any time soon. his feet were lying useless in the bed and he had lost full use in one of his hands. Finally he was discharged from hospital in a wheelchair. His sister Mary had come to help. Carers had been arranged to assist with care in the home. Her children came at weekends to help and members of his church came to do what they could.

Cecil was angry. he felt useless. How could his life have changed so dramatically – so suddenly. He had been retired for some year from his job at the university. That had sometimes difficult for him to come to terms with. But now his life was finished. No more playing the hymns. no church every week. Having to rely on everyone all the time for everything he wanted to do. People avoided him because they really did not know what to say. he felt invisible – unwanted and unloved. The accident had not even been his fault. He had loved God all his life. And how had he been repaid? He’d lost the use of his legs and one of his arms. He could do nothing. He was totally dependent on his sister and his visitors. from professor to useless old man. He wished he were dead.

His doctor prescribed anti depressants as well as painkillers. Cecil continued to feel useless and hapless. He prayed to God –

“Why God? Why?” He could not find the answer and his faith began to waver. “I can do nothing for myself. I cannot wash myself. I cannot dress myself. I can barely feed myself. I am not even in a position to end it all. I am a burden to everyone who knows me.”

  In spite of his anger and his loss of hope, as time went on the weight on his shoulder gradually began to lessen. He still felt a failure. He still felt he had lost everything. Even his life long belief in God began to fail him. He and his sister had had to dig deep financially to set in place much of his care. He had had to buy himself a large vehicle especially adapted to house him and his wheelchair. He needed help attending all too frequent hospital appointments. His friends patiently reminded themselves of the frustration and the anger which he must feel, and still gave him the calm love that they offered to all those who suffered.

Cecil began to accept that his life had undergone dramatic changes which he could not change. he began to think about the things in his life which were actually good. Instead of thinking with resentment about the things he had lost self respect, mobility, life without pain, playing the organ, driving. He could still speak, he could sing, he could read, he could smile. It made his family and friends so happy when he began to joke with them, and to chat without venting his frustration.

Instead of wishing he was dead and resenting his imprisonment in a wheel chair he accepted his new life style. People began to come to him to share their problems. Sometimes he was able to help them by sharing some of his own life or sharing wise words. Parishioners who were presenting with signs of low self worth came away from his house feeling better. His strength was encouraging people to see themselves as people rather than problems.

His family home was large enough for him to host church groups, it was easier that negotiating the issues travelling that albeit short distance to the church. So he moved from a situation where he thought he had lost everything to a place where he actually had more than he could have ever asked for. He had thought that God had forsaken him. But now he felt that after that accident he had been given greater gifts than he had ever had before.

There were still rough times ahead and obstacles to overcome. But he had learned to give love as well as receive. He no longer took life for granted. He had learned to find God’s blessings in every new experience.

“The Lord blessed the latter part of Job’s life more than the first.”

Job 42 :12

What’s it all about?

Life is short. And we all start with hope in our hearts. we want to take part in life’s great adventure.

Some parts are easy – others hard. We reach a point at some time in our life when we start to take stock of what has happened, and where exactly we need to put our next steps. Which direction should we choose now?

So many of the promises we made at the beginning of the journey have ended up as the wrong direction, or even a dead end. There seems to be so much more to plan and so many roads which have been left untravelled.

I am a Christian. This naturally colours my thoughts, my prayers and the stories I tell. My blog will include a selection of all of these – reflection of a pilgrim walking the jouney, sometimes darkness, other times light.

Come with me and we can walk the walk together……