Readings
A regular Sunday
Here we have gathered to make another link in the chain of days that binds our lives in fellowship.
We bring our whole self to worship, with all the pleasures and the pains of our daily lives. All our hopes and dreams and fears are here with us. Our remembrance of days past and of people
God is in your nostrils
God is spirit.
God is light.
God is in your nostrils.
God is sun.
God is nature.
God is up there,
and down here.
God is gracious.
God is merciful.
God is in every breath you breathe in and breathe out.
God is fire.
God is mighty.
God is the strength in your heart,
and your help
We are blessed with an abundance of good things
We are blessed with an abundance of good things, for we which we are truly thankful – as long as we remember them.
We are privileged with great freedom and power, for which, in return, we act with responsibility.
We are lucky to have shared this time and space together, because we are lucky to
Deep within you
There is a place of peace,
A place of wisdom,
A place of love.
May this sacred centre be your guide,
May it be your strength for the journey,
May it fill you with hope when all seems hopeless,
And may it lead you to know the sacredness in all.
The pearl
I stand here before the ancestors,
Empty and hollow
And open to the waves.
I am a shell awaiting the bright
Sunlight to warm me,
The black sea to fill me.
Deep within, a grain of sand so sharp
And fine comes to rest,
While each day, on this shore,
The sun kindles the
Lost
Think of a time when you were lost,
A time, as a child, when you wandered away from your parents,
When you took the wrong turn and your surroundings were no longer familiar,
Or when you were in a wilderness without a well-worn path,
Or in a deep dense fog without a horizon or landmark.
The sacred in the everyday
This space is sacred because of the faith, hopes, and dreams of those who went before us…
This time is sacred because we have set it apart for worship…
And we are sacred because we all bear the imprint of the divine.
Divine Spirit, who turns the ordinary into the sacred, be
Inner peace
Let us be quiet in our hearts as is…
The still cormorant watching from the sunlit rock,
The tranquil sea fret stealing over the water,
The gentle wave caressing the shingle,
The sea campion motionless in her gown of white.
For these are the mute harbingers of a loving God…
And the promise of