Sheila Bridge Blog
For a while I had a favourite quotation under my email 'signature' 'Be kind, for everyone you meet is facing some kind of battle' I believe it is a quote from Philo. It's come back to me again in the last two days in the face of the tragic suicide of the nurse humiliated by... Continue Reading →
If you are currently lacking in 'Tra la, la', allow me to bring you some 'comfort and joy'. Yesterday I shouted at the man on the radio (there will be a fair amount of shouting in this post, indicated by capital letters, do feel free to join in). The DJ said, 'Advent is about waiting... Continue Reading →
Yesterday the General Synod voted on the admission of women to the episcopate. I began the day much earlier than I'd hoped after a restless night, so it was in the early hours before dawn that I spent a lot of time wondering what the day would bring. I knew there was a real possibility... Continue Reading →
Hope is one of those notions that is hard to grasp... is it a feeling, is it a fact? Does having 'hope' really matter in a humdrum world where having enough money to pay the bills seems much more important? For most people hope is rather like a like a balloon: pretty but lacking any... Continue Reading →
I wonder how many people went to bed on Sunday evening thinking about death and God and suffering in way they hadn't expected to be thinking before they sat down to watch Downton? Sunday night's episode should have had a (mental) health warning: 'Not for the recently bereaved or terminally ill'. Downton Abbey is a... Continue Reading →
This morning began with tears. It was my own fault. I shouldn't expect to preach a sermon on 'Being Honest with God' and not expect to be challenged to 'be honest with God'. It is my day off and I'd hoped for a lie in... I woke at 6, (feeling sick as I have woken... Continue Reading →
What would you need if you wanted to read the entire Bible through from start to finish without stopping? A lot of coffee? Around 80 spare hours? Very good reading glasses? An insane desire to do something that feels impossible? Answer: none of the above. (Well, okay, maybe some of the above) Answer: you need... Continue Reading →
Theologians and some significant others explain why the chicken crossed the road: Greg Boyd: It's a possibility that the chicken crossed the road. Rick Warren: The chicken was purpose driven. Mark Driscoll: The chicken crossed because of the rooster's leadership. Rachel Held Evans: We're talking about chickens here, not pigs. Pelagius: Because the chicken was... Continue Reading →
'Karibu' is Swahili for 'welcome' and I was certainly made to feel incredibly welcomed in Tanzania. I was out there as part of a team delivering training to local church leaders on a course called Rooted in Jesus. (http://www.rootedinjesus.net/) It was a challenging experience. The scenery was green, the roads were bumpy, the plumbing was... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I am tempted to think of my life as a filing cabinet. There are just so many compartments in my mind. At the start of every week I write three lists over a double page spread in my notebook. On the left hand side I have a whole page under the heading CHURCH (which... Continue Reading →
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