[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] I look at a flower or feather, I look at the fish in the seas: my heart says there’s Someone far greater – Designer, Creator of these. I look at a small protozoa …
(A tale of two postcards – before the days of electronic communication) Teacher says “A postcard … restrained – it might be read by the postman on his round.” …
Lovely wide, quiet, green cultivated valley behind Wenlock Edge: bridle path runs alongside the cowshed – heads out, eating from the trough; soft mud...
[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Arrogant, they scheme, … make no room for God at all in their thinking – ‘I’ll not fall, happy I will always be – God forgets, and does not see.’