parrot blue

I promise this wasn’t a set-up.  Someone had gone home with a blue book yesterday (an accident, as it happens, but a practice much to be recommended) and it came back to us at Craft Group — right into the midst of our preparations for Mothering Sunday.

Today, the Craft Group set aside their knitting and needle point and teddy-bear stitching to make parrot masks.

And if you want to know why we need parrot masks for Mothering Sunday, you shall just have to come and see.

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calling all novelists

I just stumbled across the web page for a church in Cambridge.

For those of you who might one day write  the churchy-novel the pisky church so desperately needs (yes, Elizabeth, I mean you), please follow the link for all the inspiration you will ever need in the choosing of names.  In truth, I suppose they wouldn’t do for a pisky novel (too English) — but such a splendid coincidence of names needs to be shared and celebrated widely.

not really religious

Now here’s a remarkable thing.

The church of England has set up a prayer web-page where people can submit prayer requests, which are then shared out between a group of bishops.

One of the requests is from a 19 year old girl in California.  She’s asking for prayers for her aunt, whose daughter has just died.  She says that even though she’s not ‘really religious’ she would find it comforting to know that people were praying for her… and then she goes on to describe Rowan Williams and John Sentamu as two of her heroes, and says how much she enjoys Williams’ poetry.

I find myself wondering:

  • how did she know to go to the website?
  • what has led her to choose ‘heroes’ from the Church of England?
  • what else is she reading, if she can respond positively to Rowan William’s poetry? — and who led her to the poems in the first place?
  • what does she think a ‘really religious’ 19 year old looks like?

Across all these miles, I wonder who she is and what God is stirring in her.    I bet it’s something much more exciting than ‘being religious’.