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August 7, 2013

Seeing

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“Glasses” – taken with Samsung Galaxy Note II and processed with Instagram

Prayer is a wonderful thing and answers to prayer are predictably unpredictable.  A few weeks ago we were all enjoying ourselves in the sea, splashing and swimming, jumping and generally having a great time. After a particularly big splash I noticed my glasses had come off (of course I shouldn’t have been wearing my glasses in the sea but my eyesight is very poor without them).

We searched and searched the sandy sea bed for quite a while before finally conceding that the sea was very big and my lost glasses very small.  As we searched we prayed and I remember feeling disappointed that God did not reveal to us where the fallen glasses were.

Over the next 10 days or so we must have visited the beach another 4 or 5 times, we didn’t even bother to look for the glasses.

Then one evening, approximately 2 weeks after the time I had lost the glasses we set out for the beach again. Sonja was driving and as we arrived she parked at a spot along the wall.  It was inch perfect.  I looked out of my window and I was amazed, there were my glasses, on the wall right next to me! They were in remarkably good condition for having been lost in the sand under three feet of water over two weeks previously…

I wound down my window and picked them up. As I did so I thanked God for answered prayer. I imagined (or did I) a feint friendly chuckle in reply…

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May 9, 2013

A ‘thin’ place

I’ve read of ‘thin places’, a term originally used by Christians in the Celtic-speaking world of the early Middle Ages to describe places where it seemed the veil between heaven and earth was ‘thin’.

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This all came to mind recently as we were walking along Harbour View Beach (off the R600 between Timoleague and Kinsale).

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We have walked there many times, but it felt particularly ‘thin’ that day…  IMG_20130508_174149

(All photos taken on my phone and processed with Instagram)

 

November 2, 2012

Autumn

Autumn is a time of mixed emotions. Perhaps the American term ‘Fall’ is more appropriate; we witness the death of summer, multiple hues of green, life, growth, hope and future are cut short, greens become browns, life becomes death.  Growth is halted, cut short, heat gives way to coldness, the sun lowers its arc across the sky, the light changes becoming more silvery and less intense, shadows become longer, the sweet scents and smells of summer give way to dank and damp, moss and mould.

And yet there is a glory to it all. Perhaps it is rather a sleep than a death. Nature is shedding her skin, her demise only skin deep, yet the resurrection of spring none the less impressive in the burst of new life that arises out of the ashes of winter.

Photographs are stories and these mobile phone snaps like sketches on the page, giving a glimpse of that great saga of the seasons we inhabit year by year our whole life long.

Yet the Autumn chapter in the book-of-the-seasons story is surely a God-given reflection or analogy of that greatest story of all; a tale of a birth like no other, life in all its fullness, a death that was beyond darkness and of a resurrection and spring of new hope that would point us to the glorious future of the summer to come that lies beyond the shores of this life in a greater country and place, where there shall be no more pain, death or dying but only the fullness of joy in the presence of our Lord and Saviour, Master and Friend:

Bring us, O Lord God, at our last awakening into the house and gate of heaven to enter into that gate and dwell in that house, where there shall be no darkness nor dazzling, but one equal light; no noise nor silence, but one equal music; no fears nor hopes, but one equal possession; no ends nor beginnings, but one equal eternity; in the habitations of thy glory and dominion, world without end.

A Prayer of John Donne (1572-1631)

September 9, 2012

A ‘Soft Day’.

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If the Eskimos have many different words to describe snow, so here in West Cork there are many words to describe the numerous types of rain that we enjoy in this part of the world. One of my favourites was stated by a wise old farmer who greeted me earlier today with the words:

Grand soft day.

And that was it, no more needed to be said. The rain today was not heavy, it was not that awful sideways stuff that blows in off the Atlantic, it was gentle, misty and slightly swirling; in a word it was most definitely ‘soft’.
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I had been invited to come along ‘and show my face’ at a vintage threshing day near Pedlar’s Cross (halfway between Clonakilty and Bandon). Although I brought my camera with me I left it I the car (due to my not wanting to expose it to the ‘soft’ conditions). So I only had the iPhone to take pictures with.
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I really love these community events, enjoyed by all ages, farmers and non-farmers alike. There is something here for everyone to enjoy and appreciate and everyone has time to talk, whether it’s about the weather, the price of milk, the hurling final or anything you like.

A grand soft day it was.

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