Last week we were fortunate enough to be at the Centro das Artes Casa das Mudas (Calheta) – in itself an amazing building in a stunning location.
Inside we discovered this gem of art and it seemed entirely appropriate for Ash Wednesday.
Christ, table and ashes by Graca Pereira Coutinho
Firstly I want to say a belated huge thank you to all those who bought a copy of Voices Through Advent and Christmas. I hope that you all enjoyed it and it helped you into Advent and Christmas.
A second print had to be done, and indeed I have no copies left of that (though Moorleys do if you want to get in early for next year!)
As a follow up to that Voices Through Holy Week and Easter is currently at the printers.
The Easter story is familiar to us. We travel it year after year. Voices Through Holy Week and Easter seeks to breathe new life through the characters of that journey as they work through what is happening, what it means for them – and what it might mean for us each day.
The readings follow the account of Holy Week and beyond from all four gospels.
They are questions, hopes and fears – the reactions of the characters involved. Brave followers of Jesus, who in this week didn’t always feel brave, but in the bravery and integrity of Jesus found his promises more than fulfilled.
The question for us through all the story is ‘What about me?’, where the readings culminate.
The readings can be used in worship services to bring a different accent to the voices, or for personal reflection as we journey through Holy Week to Easter and resurrection.
The books will be priced £4.50 and will be available as soon as they arrive from the printers.
To order please contact me on firstname.lastname@example.org or available from Moorleys
Thank you again to everyone for your support.
1 Corinthians 10:12
12 Even if you think you can stand up to temptation, be careful not to fall. (CEV)
12 So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don’t fall! (NIV)
When I think I’ve got it right,
so sure of what I say,
is when I am relying on me,
going by what I think,
and when I am weak,
beacause I am no longer looking at you.
in my vulnerability,
my less than certainty,
my times of wobble
Let my certainty
be in you
and not where I stand
for only in you
may I be sure,
only in you
may I stand firm