Photo credit Sarah Whiley

Is it time to take off that mask you wear?

It may be well worth it, if you dare.

Let the world see who you really are

For even if you have a fault and scar

It is that which makes you human

Like the rest of us are

You can let down those walls which seal you in

And with a measure of freedom

Let your life begin


Name Dropping

For prestige – some drop names

Thinking it will increase their personal fame

That association or “mere knowledge of”

Will in relation to others – raise them above

But this is a often a tricky game

For all outcomes – are not the same

In the Bible there is a case

Where dropping names caused disgrace

Sceva’s sons invoked Jesus’ name

And landed them in a heap of pain

Causing them, bruised and nude, to run away

And to be examples of folly to this very day


Acts 19


Henry tossed and turned.  For the life of him, he could not settle.  It wasn’t that there were urgent issues on his mind, nor was he overly stressed.  It was purely that he could not get to sleep, despite being tired.

It was then that the first inklings of stress began to creep it.  How, I going to function at work tomorrow if I don’t get some rest?  

He rolled over again and glanced at the clock on the bedside table.  Nine-o’-five.  That’s like midnight, he thought.  Well, the middle of the night, anyway.


I often assert to my wife that 9pm is “midnight,” especially for those that have to wake up for work while it’s still dark.

The Return

Arn and Talbit emerged from the treeline and glanced across the fallow fields. The old watchtower of their village seemed to gleam with its new coat of whitewash.

“Home at last,” Arn said.

“If it is still that,” his companion replied.

“Home is home.”

“Even after three years?” Talbit questioned.

“We aren’t the first ones back I can see,” Arn observed.

“Yes, the ploughings done and the tower’s painted.”

As they approached the boundary gate they could see that flags had been placed on either side of the entry.

“Looks like Anders or Wint made it here first, those are Lancer flags,” Arn commented.

“Makes sense, I guess,” Talbit reflected. “Horsemen getting here ahead of infantry men.”

“Well, we aren’t infantrymen any longer. I’m a farmer again and you’re a cooper.”

“Speaking of barrels, I wonder if they have reopened the ale house yet,” Talbit said licking his lips.

“I guess we will just need to go and find out,” Arn said. “Farming can wait.”


Jesus’ Model Prayer

Jesus’ disciples asked Him to teach them how to pray. To this He gave a very simple model:

An address coupled with adoration

And several petitions for needs to meet

Then close with an adoration repeat

The Book of Common Prayer has rendered it in the following translation and format:

Our Father, which art in heaven, (Address)

Hallowed be thy Name. (Adoration)

Thy Kingdom come. (Petition 1)

Thy will be done in earth, (Petition 2)

As it is in heaven. (Petition 2 qualified with the standard to judge it)

Give us this day our daily bread. (Petition 3)

And forgive us our trespasses, (Petition 4)

 As we forgive them that trespass against us. (Petition 4 qualified with a standard)

 And lead us not into temptation, (Petition 5)

But deliver us from evil. (Petition 6)

 For thine is the kingdom,

The power, and the glory,

For ever and ever. (Adoration)