Sunday, 13 March 2011

very, very, good, or horrid?

I can't even remember, which Nursery Rhyme it was, but the one ..... 'and when she was good, she was very, very, good, but when she was bad, she was horrid' ..... always reminds me of the church. This week has been one of those when I've been keenly reminded of both ends of the spectrum. Today, an old friend's 90th birthday party was a great stirring up of memories and re-connecting with friends. However, this week has also been one of those when the less savoury side of life in the church has come to the surface. The common denominator is people. When you're with people who love you, who want the best for you, even after they've witnessed your frailty and your ample demonstration of fallenness, the fellowship of the church is just great. Love of another kind, as Amy Grant used to sing. Of course, it's also people who bring home the worst side of the church. Sadly, I'm no longer surprised by finding what I keep saying I should not expect within God's kingdom ...... 'by this all people will recognise the fact that you are my followers'
Found this photo when we returned home having been away this weekend. Appreciated it because we were given the most delicious cup cakes from the party to eat later! Maggie's given up chocolate for Lent, so no arguments over them today - tee hee!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

There was a little girl, who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead, .........