A POCKET FULL OF CALM IN THE NOISE OF EVERYDAY LIFE. THOUGHTS AND PONDERINGS OF A 40 SOMETHING CHRISTIAN, SPORTING A POCKET SQUARE, WORKING OUT HIS PLACE IN MINISTRY, WHILST REFLECTING ON THE MODERN WORLD.
I have always thought that being a winter baby is a bit of a mixed blessing. One of the positives is that people tend to be in a cheerful mood as they lead up towards Christmas, but equally we can all be stressed. One of the downsides of a December Birthday growing up, was…
Below is the transcript to my fourth Reflections that you can hear on the BBC Cambs Sunday Faith Show with Pam Mungroo BBC Cambs Faith Show. It was a freezing cold February night, I was wrapped up against the elements and as I stepped out of the taxi and looked up at Shire Hall, I felt…
It was a grey day – as grey as Eeyore – but considerably colder. Not the best weather to be leaving hospital. But I was grateful and apprehensive to be doing so. With my armoury of pharmaceuticals and so many leaflets I could barely carry them in my precarious state, I left Papworth with my…
To my surprise, and something of a blessing, throughout my recovery I haven’t lost my appetite, nor mostly my sense of humour. I was therefore unexpectedly tucking into a meal whilst on HDU which certainly helped in regaining strength and normality. On being transferred to the cardiac ward there was something of the apprehension of…
What a beautiful sound: The chink of ice! Sadly not in a long gin and tonic-I’m sure I was promised one of those today?- But instead a whole jug of iced water. Then again, given I was lying in a bed on the high dependency unit with plastic tubes coming out of places I dare…
I woke the next morning to be shaved (yet again) And is often the way life, when you’ve been waiting for something for so very long, and imagining exactly how it will be it and how it will be said: suddenly it just happens when you stop thinking about it . I looked up and…
Christmas 2016 for me was rather different than normal. I knew the other side of it was less about working off the turkey pounds and more about not being chicken for the major surgery that lay ahead. My operation was originally scheduled for beginning of January, but with the challenges that the NHS is facing…
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Sometimes in life we just know when something is wrong. I was walking around one of Cambridge’s many green spaces, but not with my usual spring of step and sense of purpose. On this occasion I felt like an octogenarian crossing the Savannah’s of Africa rather than on an afternoon constitutional. Some weeks before on…
A pocket of calm in cyberspace where I will be sharing something of my journey and
# Permanent link to About my blog….thoughts leading up to and recovering from heart surgery. This is part of my broader journey of vocation and my thoughts and reflections along that road. If that sounds too heavy, I promise there will be some of my humour in there too.
