Tongues of fire

(A poem, I wrote at Pentecost in 2018, reflecting on both the ‘arrival’ of the Spirit for the disciples, recorded in Acts 2, and the ongoing work of the Spirit today.)  Tongues of fire A rushing wind, Tempest, Tumult, Peace. Fire!   Boughs break,...

Jesus works in a call centre

A callous disruption, shatters my peace. It is the inexcusable equivalent of A ‘person’ Standing before my desk – Obtrusive – intrusive – Shouting, “Speak to me now, speak to me now!”   Push the green button, Place speaker to my ear, “Hello?”  ...

Good Friday 2018

Jesus’ death was a Political Economic Religious Emotional Psychological Social Spiritual REALITY.   It was an execution, Performed by an insecure, fearful system, Desperate to protect the status quo. The simple excision of a troublesome growth; The removal of a...