Sheila Bridge Blog
Last night we went to Stratford to see this play. It was extraordinary and throughly enjoyable. At one level it was the story of various Bible translators: Tyndale and the committee that produced the King James Version whose 400 year anniversary was last year. At another level it was a play about words: the fine... Continue Reading →
A small boy forgot his lines in the Sunday School music and drama presentation. His mother, sitting in the front row tried to prompt him, gesturing and forming the words silently with her lips, but it didn't help. Her son's memory was blank. Finally she leaned forward and whispered the cue, "I am the light... Continue Reading →
For the second year in a row I have been given something by a small child and asked if I could 'give it to Jesus'! Last year a little boy at the crib service was left holding one of the gifts from the King and was most concerned what to do about it (we took... Continue Reading →
Arrrrgh! I forgot the reindeer! At yesterday's 'turn up and take part' nativity, one child chose a reindeer outfit. (I knew I should have left them at home). So we get through the whole story and the shepherds, kings and angels have all been called out of the audience to play their part with Mary and Joseph and we... Continue Reading →
Yay! Thirty one outfits ready for this afternoon's turn up and take part nativity play. 9 shepherds 9 kings 9 angels 5 sheep 1 star 1 Mary 1 Joseph 3 reindeer and 1 big flowery Auntie Flo dress. I'm not currently sure where the three reindeer and Auntie Flo come into the story but I'm sure we'll... Continue Reading →
When Matthew, our son, was little he didn't quite get the hang of this simple game: we would go into whatever room he was in only to be greeted by a muffled voice squeaking excitedly 'I'm under the bed!' But surely the whole point 'Hide and Seek' is hiding so well you are the last... Continue Reading →
Okay, so that's a slight exaggeration, but it is also a favourite line from a hymn and it perfectly expresses my excitement about advances in my optical world. Yesterday's visit to the opticians confirmed what I expected: I have been living in an increasingly fuzzy world. I can just about see everything in focus so... Continue Reading →
This will be my last Mozambique post. Just the chance to post up a good smattering of photos and some final funny stories. Looking back now after a week at home, I think my abiding memory will be all the hilarity we shared, sometimes in the face of adversity. We laughed, then sighed, then laughed... Continue Reading →
The day I left for Mozambique I opened my email in the morning. In one, a close friend from my small group at church shared that she had been praying for me and had been given the picture of world as seen from space and gave me words of encouragement that she felt God intended... Continue Reading →
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