Things that haven’t changed since ’I were a lad’: ... People saying “when I were a lad, you could buy a three piece suit for £20 ”. (Only in those days, they used to say “when I were a lad, you could buy a suit for 10/6”). ... People saying “when I were a lad,... Continue Reading →
Why can some of us hear God speaking to us, while for some of us there is nothing but silence? Why do some of us find worship exciting and joyful, while for others it's just part of the routine that we have to get through on a Sunday morning? And, actually, why do so many... Continue Reading →
I found this sub heading in the religion and ethics section of our preferred news website this morning: “Is it time that all religions accepted evolution as fact in line with the majority of scientists?” Well, this little snippet has coincided with my son, Jamie, starting to learn philosophy with his new Religious Studies teacher,... Continue Reading →
Without God’s grace we age like failing white goods, purposeless and ’in the way’ until we get dumped on the tip. But with God’s grace we become warriors, on the front line - where all the action is. (the thoughts behind our song 'Closer to You') OK. I give in, I admit it. I probably... Continue Reading →
-God I’ve been asked to write a blog about our song ’Love Your Neighbour’. This is my third attempt. We sit here in a world of unspeakable violence, where Muslim extremists are murdering Christians, Christian extremists are murdering Muslims (yes really), Hindus are murdering Christians. The devil is at work in every corner of the... Continue Reading →
Been to a good GIMF lately? A few years ago, I learnt, for the first time, what ’GIMF’ stands for. It is a slightly despondent term, coined by musicians, who have just turned up for a booking to play at on open air concert, to find that it’s raining hard, and has been doing so... Continue Reading →
Can baby giraffes sing? We started the Beacon Gospel Choir eight years ago, as we and some others within our community felt the need of an antidote for two mile per hour hymns on Sunday mornings and we were looking to inject a little more life. As I invited people to join us, I quickly discovered... Continue Reading →
Hormones and horticulture... I love gardening. The outdoor type. Couldn’t grow an indoor plant to save my life; I always dread it when well meaning guests come with trust and generosity, bearing the gift of an indoor plant to grow, talk to, arrange violin lessons for and all that other stuff that indoor plants seem... Continue Reading →
Just next door around the world... I’d like to introduce you to two of my children. Their names are Musa and Anahi and they are thirteen and eleven years old respectively. Musa lives in Tanzania with his Grandmother who is a subsistence farmer; his mother died of HIV/AIDS when he was seven years old, we... Continue Reading →
In the kitchen at parties... Isn’t eating with friends and family the nicest thing? I don’t mean sitting in front of the TV and eating while doing so; I mean preparing a meal, and then sitting down around a table to share it. There are quite a few instances that are referred to in The... Continue Reading →
The Blog of Penny Lyon 