Archive for November, 2010



November 30, 2010

12.5 hours without leaving the church building + M.E. = one crashed-out Lizzie.



A few reasons I find living in central London hard

November 30, 2010

Finally, we have some snow falling. But the ground is wet and it’s not settling. Yet we have the freezing cold temperatures that go with snow. Not fair. My friends in both Northwood and Finchley have good, settling snow.

As I ventured out into Zone 4 on Sunday, I nearly cried.

There were leaves on the ground. Autumn Leaves that crunch underfoot. I enjoyed kicking them as I walked along the paths. In central London, the leaves that we did have here were swept up into plastic bags and taken away for being composted.

I saw frost on cars in the middle of the afternoon. I had seen that in the afternoon, but what I saw next I realised how much I missed; the grass on the verges of road was frozen solid and looked so pretty. I miss seeing that. And hearing the crunch underfoot.

I miss the countryside.


Catching up, God hears and answers our prayers

November 29, 2010

So, I’m in the process of catching up with life, the universe and everything. I’m trying to keep things in some sort of logical order, which to me would mean some sort of vague chronology to them.

I was about to post about Sherif and backdate it to sometime last week, when I first heard. However news has just come in that he has arrived at Heathrow this very evening.

God is good.

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Holidays are coming…

November 29, 2010

This still has to rank as one of the best Christmas commercials


Memoirs of an Ordinary Pastor

November 26, 2010

I recently finished reading D.A. Carson’s biography of his father, subtitled The Life and Reflections of Tom Carson. I’ve found a humbling reminder, of how we are meant to live ‘ordinarily under the gospel of grace.’ So often we aspire to the famous, well known preachers of our time, but Tom’s story was not about being well-known. It was living a godly life in the communities in which he was called to be.

I’d rather have Jesus than silver or gold;
I’d rather have Him than riches untold.
I’d rather have Jesus than houses or lands;
I’d rather be led by his nail-pierced hands –
Than to be the king of a vast domain
And be held in sin’s dread sway.
I’d rather have Jesus than anything
This world affords today.

Carson, p. 106, excerpt from his father’s journal dated September 6th 1973.


Royal Engagement Facebook Fail

November 26, 2010


November 18, 2010

When I first joined the QSWP, we had conversations about a recent invention, the ‘sheewee.’ A plastic device enabling women to spend a penny a little more easily in the outdoors.

Today, Facebook advertised them to me.

Click Me.

However, I’m still not convinced I shall get one.