Berta, how does if feel to be on my mind this morning?

Now if i could disclose secrets heaven only knows
if i'd lose all my ground and see your smile decompose
so i rest on the fact that i love you
i suppose
and i hang like the colors on a blind man's clothes
how does it feel
how does it feel
how does it feel
to be on my mind
i'm the pale moon rising i'm the ghost in flight
that steals through the spaces of your inward night
i'm the moth that's resting on your windowsill
with a lust for light and an iron will

We'll remain after everything's been washed away by the rain
We will stand upright as we stood last night
Lovestain
You left a lovestain on my heart
And you left a bloodstain on the ground

“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost...” J.R.R. Tolkein

Mercy is the road we walk...

'The gospel no longer benefits the poor essentially. In fact, Christianity has now even become a downright injustice to those who suffer (although we are not always conscious of this, and certainly unwilling to admit to it). Today the gospel is preached to the rich, the powerful, who have discovered it to be advantageous. We are right back again to the very state original christianity wanted to oppose! The rich and powerful not only get to keep everything, but their success becomes the mark of their piety, the sign of their relationship to God. And this promts the old atrocity again - namely, the idea that the unfortunate, the poor are to blame for their condition; that it is because they are not pious enough, are not true christians, that they are poor, whereas the rich have not only pleasure but piety as well. This is supposed to be Christianity. compare it with the New Testament, and you will see that it is as far from that as possible.'(Kierkegaard)

Jesus, to thee be glory given
Word of the Father
Now in flesh appearing
Oh, that we would come and adore him,
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Jesus Christ...Lord...and Carpenter

A moment of Holy Communion
Clarence Street Corner
Down behind Limelight

Bread and wine, body and blood

He was counted among the rebels

Tues 18th December, 7.30, standing bare within prostitution, standing bare before Jesus.

Emma and I invite you