- Sunday, 23 September 2018
The definition of a pilgrim, which comes from the Latin word ‘peregrinus’, is a traveller who is on a journey to a holy place. Some of our congregation and others from Ryton Methodist church have formed a bible study group and we call ourselves the ‘Bulkington Pilgrims.’ We welcome newcomers and meet in the library once a month. We are currently studying a Pilgrims course on ‘the Commandments’ written by Canon Dr Paula Gooder, author, speaker, scholar and theologian. We are pilgrims on a journey to explore and expand our knowledge of the Christian faith.
The pilgrimage that eight of us are embarking on this week, St Cuthbert’s Way in Northumberland, is a 100K ( around 60 miles ) walk from Melrose near the Scottish border to Lindisfarne and Holy Island. It opened 22 years ago, has way markers and visits a number of places closely associated with the life of St Cuthbert. It is full of historical interest and natural beauty, abbeys, churches, castles and prehistoric remains. St Cuthbert wrote that “travelling at a natural pace on foot allows time for contemplation, and for the cares and worries that surround us daily to be forgotten....for a while at least!” The guide book we are following advises that there is plenty of wildlife to be seen and that we may well experience variations of weather that would test a Saint!
The life of St Cuthbert was very interesting. He nearly died of the deadly yellow plague which swept across Europe in around 650 A.D. he claimed to have been saved by the power of prayer, an experience he never forgot. Never underestimate THE POWER OF PRAYER.
- Sunday, 16 September 2018
There is a time for everything and a season for each activity under Heaven’ chapter 3 Ecclesiastes. I thought of this as I started to write this reflection, summer is nearly over and autumn almost beginning, one of my favourite seasons.
The colours in the trees, the fruits and berries on the shrubs, the garden looks mellow, there’s a new term at school, or a new job to go to. Every season brings new beginnings, a time to take stock of our lives. Autumn to me should be a time to rest. This time it will be one of preparation a busy time. Like many other people I will need to remind myself of the poem-
Leisure by W H Davies
What is this life if full of care we have no time to stand and stare-
so that I can make time to stand back and enjoy the beauty of the changing seasons.
Sarah says she is going to make me do it.
- Sunday, 29 July 2018
I'm writing this on holiday at Amble in Northumberland on the north east coast. Amble call itself 'the friendliest port' and people do their best to live up to the title. A few days ago we were in Alnwick (there's a new railway there!) David Scott (once vicar of St James) once told me that he was born in Alnwick but when he was a boy his parents 'moved south to Gateshead' It was hard for a Coventry kid like me to imagine.
Soon our Parish Pilgrims will be her in the real North remembering St. Aiden and St. Cuthbert and walking to Lindisfarne. There is something wonderfully genuine about the saints of the North. Omn July 25th we remebered St James, an ambitious and noisy fisherman. He tells us that faith needs to be witnessed to by genuine good works.
Soon we will begin a new era of faith and good works - and genuine friendliness - as we grow together 'under new management'
- Sunday, 15 July 2018
I first wrote a similar article to this for the Coventry Diocesan Guild of Church Bell Ringers’ quarterly magazine, and then realized how pertinent it was to our Church.
‘Le Golfe de Morbihan’ in Brittany has a micro-climate, as well as a mind of its own, so weather-wise it can range from very hot to stormy all in a day. As a consequence we never visit our little house there without taking a jig-saw puzzle – just in case!