Sheila Bridge Blog
I have no idea if this really is a photo of the claimed author of this wisdom or even if there is a such a person as Regina Brett, 90 years old, of the Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio but I hope there is and I hope she won't mind me reproducing this onto my... Continue Reading →
In the last week or so there have been many film montages of 'memorable moments' from 2012 and many a gushing commentator has spoken about the 'Spirit of the Olympics'. It struck me at the time that many of the qualities that were being applauded (friendliness, helpfulness, cheerfulness, hospitality) are fairly fundamental Christian qualities. Not that I... Continue Reading →
Friday 21st December 10.30pm: David and I are really, really tired. Knowing we would have a late night picking up Matthew from the airport on the following night, we had turned in early. By 10.30 it was lights out and we were sound asleep. We were blissfully unaware that at that very moment his flight... 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 →
This is one of the most thought provoking novels I've read in a long time. It was published in 1966, won awards and has been a film, a stage play and even a ballet since then. It tells the story of Charlie, a young man in his twenties who is 'retarded' (the author's word for... Continue Reading →
Is it a sign of my age that I understand the connection between a cassette tape and a pencil? Or is it a sign of the accelerated rate of change/progress since my youth? I prefer to think its the latter. But there are an increasing number of things that are now unintellligible to my even... Continue Reading →
So back at Easter I was handed 3 manky looking potatoes and asked to plant them. The idea was that come our annual Harvest service we would all be able to bring along our home-grown bounty, instead of just popping out to Tesco's the night before muttering 'Oh bother, it's harvest and I haven't got... Continue Reading →
Today I picked this book up and started reading it again for the 4th time! There are only a few books that are that good. I bought it originally as an audio book and listened to it twice while walking the dog. (Over a couple of weeks, you understand, after seven hours of walking... Continue Reading →
