Join me for a Journey of Radical Love

Sitting in the lovely Art Room, overlooking a beautiful orchard and labyrinth, with February sunshine streaming through the window, and a soundtrack of wonderful birdsong, I cannot help but feel blessed.  Being a 'writer in residence' here at Penhurst Retreat Centre is both a joy and a delight, and an enormous privilege.  This is a perfect place for refreshing the soul and tapping into the creative juices.  Where else could I be surrounded by stillness, beauty and prayer, with total freedom to do nothing else except write, eat and sleep?  For a writer like me, this comes close to heaven.

Three weeks into my four week stay, the manuscript for my new book on inner healing has been completed and is now with the potential publisher.  Its working title has changed to Healing Shattered Lives: Defusing the Timebomb of Tangled Emotions with Jesus and I'm hugely excited to see how God might use it to bring hope and healing (and Jesus) into damaged lives. Please pray for a 'yes' from the publisher!

So, having put that project to bed sooner than expected, I'm now turning my attention to writing new materials for Easter.  

Which is where you come in!

It can be life-changing to set aside a few days to do nothing other than immerse yourself in the Easter story.  I wonder if you've ever done that?  We so rarely allow ourselves to deeply engage with the detail of Christ's journey to the cross and beyond.  Because we know the ending: we know Easter Sunday's coming!  It's so easy to fast forward through the gruesome bits and race on towards the joy of the wounded but alive again Christ, skipping over the pain, the grief and the not-knowing of the Saturday in between.  It's easy to celebrate Palm Sunday without giving much thought to the tears that Jesus wept. And it's easy to miss the love and the healing in the other hidden details of Jesus' final week.  Above all else, it's easy to be so comfortable with the familiarity of the story that it doesn't truly disturb us any more.  

Taking time to 'live' the experience, reflectively, alongside others, can bring a whole new dimension to our spiritual lives. And dwelling on the emotions embedded in this incredible week enables us to make connections with our own stories and embrace the healing to be found therein.

Join me, if you can, as I lead the Easter retreat this year at Penhurst: A Journey of Radical Love.  

Bookings are open now, on the Penhurst website.  You won't regret it.  I guarantee it will change you.

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Productive Hibernation

 

Apparently yesterday was ‘Blue Monday’; the day when many people experience a significant post-Christmas depressive slump. I’m not surprised. January can be a tough month in the northern hemisphere, a time when the cold and damp seeps into the bones and the joys of Spring still feel a long way off. It deprives us of vitality and makes us want to curl up and hibernate.

I guess that many of us would secretly like to hibernate and I, for one, am all in favour. The hedgehogs under my wood pile have it right, don’t they. They understand the wisdom of conserving energy in this season and strengthening themselves for warmer days, as indeed do the trees. It’s only you and I who have a tendency to try to keep on living life at our usual pace, regardless of what nature might be trying to teach us.

As a creative writer, I need seasons of protected slowness; time to rest, regroup, be still with God and discern how the Spirit is leading me. So I’ve just arrived at my favourite retreat house to begin a long, quiet stay. I’ll be working on the final edits for my new book before it wings it’s way to a publisher. I won’t be sleeping deeply like my hedgehogs but it will nevertheless be a hibernation of sorts; I’ll be living at a quite different pace and hopefully it will be a productive hibernation.

Do please pray for me.

And if you value my writing and ministry please head over to this page and consider supporting me in other ways too.

Meanwhile, why not nurture your own inner hedgehog? Give yourself permission, if you can, to rest and relax a little more, especially if Monday (or any other day) felt a bit ‘blue” for you. You’ll bounce back much brighter in the Spring.

 

Healing Life's Hurts - A Cry For Help

There’s a very high profile news story at the moment that it’s impossible to ignore. Whatever you think of it, you will certainly have registered it. It has all the elements of a blockbuster movie; a story of pain, anger and betrayal, played out at the highest level. Like all such stories, the unspoken narrative is one of longing. A longing to feel loved. Unconditionally loved. No matter what.

Whatever you feel about the wisdom of sharing intimate family problems in the public domain, and the nature of how this has been done, there are resonances in Prince Harry’s story for all of us. At its heart, it’s a story of unresolved childhood trauma. And who amongst us has not gathered childhood wounds of one sort or another? We all do. And we all need to find healing, otherwise those wounds drive our adult lives in unhealthy ways.

'Healing Life’s Hurts’ is the working title of my upcoming book. And for twenty years that has been the focus of my ministry; facilitating encounters with the Jesus who still heals today. And what a journey it’s been. It has been the greatest privilege to follow God’s unexpected call on my life and deeply humbling to see lives transformed as people live into the truth that they are loved beyond measure, just as they are. The anointing on this ministry continues to grow in breath-taking ways.

 “What you offer is phenomenal”  -  words of a recent retreat guest

Can you help me to continue this important work?

From the beginning, my ministry has been funded by donations. But now a crunch point has come. Like many people and organisations, I am feeling the pinch in these economically challenging times. My ministry is now operating at a significant financial loss and without further support it will probably be unsustainable.

There has never been a more important need for people to find healing. But producing resources and running retreats is costly in terms of time and money. If you, or someone you know, values the help that my ministry has offered please would you consider partnering with me to continue this vital work. It’s not about me: it’s about what God can do through this ministry. Please help if you can. I would hate to have to stop now.

 The details of how you can help are HERE.

Please take a look; even donations the size of a widow’s mite will help me and every prayer helps more than you will ever know. To paraphrase Jesus, the workers are few but the needs are great.

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And in the meantime, let us all pray for Harry, for all whom his story impacts, and for all who need to find healing from life’s hurts.

 God be with you x

Planning for cooler times

 

As everyone swelters around me, I've been blessed to find a good writing spot in a heatwave. Wonderful air conditioning, snacks aplenty and good coffee on tap.  Find me a nice sea view and a gentle breeze, or zoom me up to Penhurst, and my joy would be complete. But I’m grateful for small mercies as the mercury rockets upwards. If you’re looking for me, I'll be in my local Costa until the heatwave burns itself out.

So here I am, pondering with lepers and blind men, with radical friends who tore apart a roof, with weary disciples trudging home dispirited, and with countless others who had their lives beautifully touched by Jesus.  I’m reflecting on the wonder and reality of his healing presence and the question of how to make that an everyday reality for others.

 

I'm writing new materials for the next retreat that Jill Hoffmann and I will be leading.  We'll be offering Encounters with Healing at Penhurst Retreat Centre in early October. The autumn may well be the last thing on your mind at the moment but it’s never too early to book your place on what will hopefully be a very healing time. Our retreats are always popular; on our last one someone came all the way from Jerusalem to be with us!  Why not come and join us too in the beautiful, prayerful atmosphere of Penhurst? You can find the details here.  Plan ahead: it would be great to see you.

 

Until then, I hope you manage to find your own cool spots.  I’m just off to order another flat white …

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Encounters with Jesus

Gathered around an image of Jesus in the kitchen, a group of nine people, strangers who had become friends, meditated on what it would mean to be aware of Jesus’ presence by our side when we returned to our own homes.  

We were nearing the end of a powerful week, enfolded in the beautiful hospitality of Penhurst Retreat Centre.  There had been tears, laughter, praise and lament, and an honest and vulnerable level of sharing that had enabled healing to flow.  Mostly though, there had been Jesus, tangibly with us throughout.

 

Through worship and stillness, image and symbolism, and gentle imaginative meditation with the scriptures, people opened their hearts to meet with the Healer. Sailing away with him in the boat, crying out to him in the storm, sharing breakfast with him on the beach and reaching out to touch the hem of his robe: we encountered Jesus in all those places and more.

 

We experienced what it meant to truly live into those words;

 

Come to Me,
all you who are weary and burdened
and I will give you rest.                          Matthew 11.28

 

It was a privilege to lead the week and Jill Hoffmann and I will be leading a similar one at Penhurst in October.  We’d love to share the experience with you.  Why not book in and join us?  

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The In-Between Day

Don't you just hate it when someone tells you the end of a story before you've got there yourself?  But of course, that's the situation which we find ourselves in on this day; the in-between day, the day between the horror of the cross and the joy of Jesus' resurrection.  We know the end of the story: with two thousand years of hindsight, we know that this remarkable story is paradoxically Good News. 

No one at Golgotha could have imagined that yesterday. For those who fled the scene, for Mary at the foot of the cross, for the ones who had laid his body in the tomb, it was all very different.  

The Day After, the day that the church now labels Holy Saturday, that day was a day of deep shock and unimaginable grief.  An unexpected and completely senseless ending of an era that had held such amazing promise.  A day of unanswerable questions.  A day of the deepest possible loss.

It was over.  

I wonder what were the strongest images imprinted on the minds of those who had lived through that Friday?  What were the scenes that replayed in their head with technicolour precision?  What were the strongest flashbacks of the day?  The sounds that echoed through their nightmares?  What were the awful memories which would stay with them forever?

The day after that awful Friday, that Saturday in Jerusalem, was lived out in the kind of shock that fills the body with tensions and numbs the mind in fear and disbelief.  The kind of shock that defies description. The kind of shock consuming all whose lives and loved ones have been shattered by undeserved horror.  

The kind of shock being played out for millions of Ukranians today.

However, you choose to spend your Easter, please enjoy its wonderful blessings.  But please don't race on too quickly from Good Friday to Easter Sunday.  Something of the enormity of the crucifixion risks being lost if you and I do that.

Take some time to wait ... to wait in the mystery.  Take some time to ponder ... and pray. 

Pray for those who even today bear Kingdom scars.

Image credit: Wintershall Passion Play, 2022

Rhythms of Rest

I'm so grateful for the rhythms of rest that are built into creation.  What a different world it would be if the darkness of night and the renewal of sleep were not part of our lives. In the animal kingdom, it seems to me that every other species lives in such natural rhythms without question. But, in today's pressured and 'always switched on' world, we humans are becoming different.  This is even true compared to how our parents lived just a generation ago.  Technology is changing us, and not always for the better. It is increasingly driving us and seducing us to push beyond our natural limits, to fail to honour the rhythms of sleep and rest and the renewing nature of simple down-time.

Deep rest is important.  It's built into our world and we override it at our peril. Simple rhythms of 'work, rest and play', as the Mars bar advert used to say, help us to function at our holistic and healthy best.  And they certainly enable our clear thinking and creativity.  Which is why I'm about to take a sabbatical.  I'm fortunate to be taking time out from daily life to steep myself in rhythms of prayer and rest.  And hopefully the outcome will be not just a renewal of my mind and body but also some productive writing.

Virginia Woolf once famously said, "a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write". 

Through the kind financial support of friends (thank you - you know who you are), coupled with the generous hospitality of Penhurst Retreat Centre and a significant donation from the Coverdale Trust, those requirements named by Virginia Woolf have come together for me.  I am embarking on a short sabbatical which I hope will enable me to make significant progress on a new book about inner healing. It will be a working sabbatical, if that's not a contradiction in terms, but not a driven one; an easing back into rest and prayer so that creativity can flourish.

I realise that not everyone can take a big chunk of time out of their life in this way. But we can begin with small chunks.  On the cusp of this new year, it's worth asking yourself the question - 

what one thing can I change or let go of to free up time for a little more deep rest in my life?  

Give some thought to that question.  Your health will thank you for it.

For now ... I'm going under the radar for a while.  I'll be in that 'room of my own' at Penhurst.  I'll see you when I'm on the other side.

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The Coverdale Trust supports artists in the task of forming and transforming culture from a biblical and Christian perspective.  I am indebted to them for their support in my current project.