fly (fly-ve minute friday)

Joining with the writing flash mob that is Five Minute Friday at the home of the lovely Lisa Jo Baker. #FMFparty

I have not written for a while and was recalling some of the things I had written in the past with my counsellor last night. As I recounted them hope started to seep back in. 

Five minutes on fly

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My office is situated on an airport complex. The other evening as dusk descended a large flock of starlings swooped past the window, a truly mesmerising sight as my colleague and I watched. And after, a reality check, that should the birds have been several hundred metres off their course it could have been catastrophic in the vicinity of the large, metal winged machines that take off every few minutes.

It makes me sad to hear of many friends who cannot fly right now.

Weighed down by sickness, pain, anxiety, discrimination, wordless and wingless.

I long and hope for the day when we can find our wings and all fly together.

Where there will be no more sickness, no more pain, freedom from fear, justice overriding discrimination, words flowing freely and wings beating rhythmically. Spurring each other on and feeding off the mutual exhilaration.

In the words of that Doctor let’s allons-y!

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By happy coincidence the new boots I bought this week (to stop me flying in an undignified manner when ice arrives) are fly 

silver celebration (a letter to the fly on the wall)

So, yesterday friends of ours celebrated their Silver Wedding. We, a small crew of friends and family assembled in the gloriously named Dog and Hedgehog. While we were arriving from the different places we call home, we broke and ate hunks of bread that had been dipped into bitter olive oil and sharp balsamic vinegar.

Not long after we sat down at the long table, flies started to appear. It bizarrely made eating indoors feel more like we were eating al fresco. But wine was flowing and beautiful food was beginning to arrive and so the insects were relegated to the league of minor occasional irritation.

'A day to remember all the good things' said my friend in her later speech, quipping that she had not had the opportunity twenty five years ago and was sure as anything going to make up for it. They had chosen to gather us, we who have weathered good times and bad, sometimes together, sometimes in our separate lives. To sit with them, break bread, drink wine and share delicious food. Applaud, cheer and celebrate all the goodness.

Flies on walls over the years have witnessed the joy and sad of the years of the collective; the illnesses, the births, the bereavements, the weddings, the broken relationships and the enduring.

Most particularly with our friends we have shared the goodness and pains of times in church leadership. Times of difficulty are more recent and therefore in sharper focus. Things go inexplicably wrong and are horribly messy, the wailing that no-one else understands, periods of dark doubt, and baggage of unmet expectations. At times closing in like hordes of insects, the overwhelming noise of buzzing is too hard to bear and their sheer numbers close to snuffing out the Light.

A short nod to those things too, in the conversation at the table, but an acknowledgement that they have shaped us over the years, not defined us. The fact is that the ones that matter are the ones who have remained.

Later when leaving our friends house the sky had darkened, the weather had closed in and a short, torrential downpour had started. As we drove west the Scotsman was momentarily struggling to see clearly through combination of heavy rain on the windscreen and the bright sunlight shining through ahead onto the wet road. He glanced in the rear view mirror and commented that I might like to look behind at the rainbow. Right over the place where we had just driven from, enhanced by the darkest of brooding grey skies was the most brilliantly clear rainbow.

Linking up with Ruth & Sabrina at #LettersTo (at Sabrina’s place this week)

#lentphotos - 37 - hope

This is the bridge section in the song He became sin by Chris Tomlin:

All our HOPE is in You, all our HOPE is in You

All the glory to You, God, the light of the world

The music hits a long top note on the words hope (and also glory). Everything in the song seems to point to the word hope. 

Musically too the bridge section contrasts with the rest of the song, rising above and lifting out, before returning to another chorus.

Jesus our hope and the hope of all creation.