Geoffrey Chaucer’s works from the fourteenth Century give us the origin of the phrase, ‘mighty oaks from little acorns grow.’ We usually take that as an encouragement to have high expectations even of things that have humble beginnings. A recent expedition to the park at Helmingham when the gardens were closed because of adverse weather…
October 2025 Preaching Plan
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This week, our 10 minute service reflects on John 1:4,
Today’s thought for the day is brought to us by Jim Stewart www.christianaid.org.uk Something to read Josiah did what was right in the sight of the Lord, and walked in all the way of his father David; he did not turn aside to the right or to the left. 2 Kings 22:2 from full reading…
Looking back many years, I recall, as an early teenager, attending mid-week prayer meetings more out of a sense of duty than Christian enthusiasm. That may help to explain why I found it interesting to “time the prayers” and the record was 19 minutes. This was unusually long, but it was in the days when…
This month would have been my father’s 101st birthday and earlier in the summer I was reminded of his role during WW2. He joined up in 1942, before he was called up officially – he was afraid he would be assigned to the Royal Navy and he couldn’t swim. He was in the Duke of…
Twenty-seventh Sunday in Ordinary Time Year C 5th October 2025 Lectionary Readings: Habakkuk 1 v1-4, 2 v1-4; Psalm 37 v1-9; 2 Timothy 1 v1-14; Luke 17 v5-10. Faith, Trust and Mission. “You have been trusted with a wonderful treasure. Guard it with the help of the Holy Spirit, who lives within you.” (2…
Sometimes you just have to admit it. You’re lost! I will never know why my Sat Nav kept insisting that that Capel St Mary was right in the centre of Ipswich but insist it did. “You have reached your destination”. “Have I? Is that right? That’s Museum Street!” By this time, I was getting extremely…
I recently mentioned that I had been sorting out a lot of my belongings. I passed on some very fine crochet cotton to a friend who was lacemaking. These balls of cotton belonged to my mother who died 33 years ago. I had kept them in my sewing box with the intention of making something…