The Ascension window in St. Margaret South Elmham.
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Disconnected jottings by the Rector of "The Saints" in rural north-east Suffolk, England.
“The test of faith is whether I can make space for difference. Can I recognise God’s image in someone who is not in my image, whose language, faith, ideals, are different from mine? If I cannot, then I have made God in my image, instead of allowing Him to remake me in His.”
Rabbi Jonathan Sacks
Rabbi Jonathan Sacks
"You know you have created God in your own image when He hates all the same people you do."
Anne Lamott
Anne Lamott
About Me
- Rev. Richard Thornburgh
- Benefice of South Elmham and Ilketshall, Suffolk, United Kingdom
Comment etiquette
Comments are welcome, but they are moderated, and good manners dictates that anonymous ones will rarely be published ... unless of course they are flattering.
The Windsor Report
"The Windsor Report" is just a Report. When did it become like The Bible? The Covenant - why do we need another Covenant? We have the Baptismal Covenant. We have the Creeds. What else do we need?
Bishop Martin Barahona
Primate of Central America.
Bishop Martin Barahona
Primate of Central America.
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Things to Come
There shall in that time be rumors of things going astray, and there shall be a great confusion as to where things really are, and nobody will really know where lieth those little things with the sort of raffia-work base, that has an attachment. At that time, a friend shall lose his friend's hammer, and the young shall not know where lieth the things possessed by their fathers that their fathers put there only just the night before, about eight o'clock.
("The Life of Brian")
("The Life of Brian")
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Office of H.H. the Dalai Lama
The Higher Truth
Wherever opposite views are held with warmth by religious-minded men, we may take for granted that there is some higher truth which embraces both. All high truth is the union of two contradictories. The truth does not lie between these two, but in a higher reconciling truth which leaves both true.
The truth will be found, not in some middle, moderate, timid doctrine, which skilfully avoids extremes, but in a truth larger than either of these opposite views, which is the basis of both, and which really is that for which each party tenaciously clings to its own view, as to a matter of life and death.
Rev. Frederick W. Robertson M.A.
Opening words of a sermon preached at Trinity Chapel, Brighton, 10th March, 1850.
The truth will be found, not in some middle, moderate, timid doctrine, which skilfully avoids extremes, but in a truth larger than either of these opposite views, which is the basis of both, and which really is that for which each party tenaciously clings to its own view, as to a matter of life and death.
Rev. Frederick W. Robertson M.A.
Opening words of a sermon preached at Trinity Chapel, Brighton, 10th March, 1850.
A thought
There comes a point in your life when you realize
who matters,
who never did,
who won't anymore...
and who always will.
So, don't worry about people from your past, there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future..
who matters,
who never did,
who won't anymore...
and who always will.
So, don't worry about people from your past, there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future..
Last Words
"As I grow older and older
And totter toward the tomb,
I find that I care less and less
Who goes to bed with whom."
attributed to Dorothy L Sayers
"It’s all been rather lovely"
John Le Mesurier
And totter toward the tomb,
I find that I care less and less
Who goes to bed with whom."
attributed to Dorothy L Sayers
"It’s all been rather lovely"
John Le Mesurier
Ah - a window in good taste, unlike the ceiling of the Chapel of the Ascension in Walsingham, which I simply had to publish on my own blog. Yet the bad taste often makes for a better preaching subject than the good....
ReplyDeleteSR, your title. It's blasphemous, you know. Of course, I'm not God. God may take a different view. For the sake of your soul, I hope so.
ReplyDeleteIt's a lovely window. Maybe that will serve as partial penance for your transgression.
I certainly don't view my post title as blasphemous, Grandmere. It simply reflects the common perception both inside and outside the church of The Ascension. If anything, it's meant as a reminder that we are not to believe that Our Lord literally ascended into some place high in the sky. The mention of "clouds" in the text is the clue, for they continually accompany the presence of God (Sinai, Mount of Transfiguration etc.) Jesus "ascends" into the presence of His Father and our Father.
ReplyDeleteMind you, if I was planning to leave a gravestone behind (which I'm not), then it could be quite a good epitaph.
SR, I was joking. I'm sorry if that was not clear. You couldn't see my smile. Sometimes the internet does not work well for irony. Actually, I thought your title was quite clever.
ReplyDeleteAh - mea culpa, mon grandmere, if I may mix my languages. As Yoda would say, "The conclusion, jumped to, I have."
ReplyDeleteDoh!
No, no! Surely mea culpa! We race to take the blame. Ah, but that only proves we're true-blue, guilt-laden Christians.
ReplyDeleteYou take your place in the line - I'm first at the confessional, darn it.
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