All posts tagged: childlike faith

Mustard Seed Faith and Fish Sarnies for Lunch

The understated, two-tiered fountain is a familiar part of my home city’s CBD streetscape. I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve walked past it. We wind our way by en route to the best lolly shop in town. My son likes to sprint around it in giddy glee as I stand in the sun nearby, letting him run off some energy. We have peered into the water, looking for coins and other treasure. We have laughed at bubbles foaming from its brim the day after some teenager tried that familiar gag with the dishwashing liquid. The historic little fountain in Launceston’s Quadrant Mall is so much a part of the furniture to a local that it almost disappears. So, when I strolled past it for the umpteenth time, a stone’s throw from the deli, just beyond the optometrist and the florist, on my way to the gift shop, it was same old, same old. Until I looked up. Right at the top of that modest little fountain is a bronze statue of a boy …

Keeping Prayer Simple, Immediate and Relevant.

If you’ve ever wondered why it’s widely expected that eyes be closed tight during prayer, just listen to the attempts of a three-year-old flouting the rule. “Thank you Jesus for the food and please keep us safe and thank you for mummy and daddy and… thank you for the window and the rubbish bin and dinosaurs and…” It’s at about this point that Master Three’s roving eyes meet mine and he finishes with a hurried “amen” and a cheeky grin. Gotta love him! Heads bowed, eyes closed and hands clasped aren’t such bad instructions, if a little tight-laced. To be honest, I can never find my authoritative mummy voice to reprimand our little man at prayer time. He’s talking to God and God deserves our respect, but we forget too often that faith is a relationship of many dimensions, including humour. The Lord’s Prayer is a particular difficulty for kids and I’ve heard some stellar mispronunciations: “Our Father who art in heaven, Howard by they name” or “How’d you know my name?” “Give us this …

Angels Dancing in the Darkness

I was asked by The Examiner Newspaper’s editor to select a ‘favourite’ column from all that I’ve written in 2013… a very difficult undertaking!  I chose this one because it encapsulates a profound experience that mingled intense difficulty with beauty, humanity with spirituality.  The ‘bad news’ you will read of is when we had our second miscarriage in six months.  The original publication date was April 15, 2013. We found ourselves alone in a little church on Stanley’s main street a few weeks back. It had started to rain and the little weatherboard church beckoned – I love the way many of the older churches remain unlocked during the day for people seeking solace. Or shelter. It has a spectacular stained glass window of the last supper that arrests your attention as you walk in. And there was red everywhere; velvet cushions on the pews, the patterned carpet, even the light seemed tinged with red. We had just received bad news, so we parked our behinds on a pew up the back thinking we would …

The Angel in the Church at Stanley

We found ourselves alone in a little church on Stanley’s main street a few weeks back. It had started to rain and the little weatherboard church beckoned – I love the way many of the older churches remain unlocked during the day for people seeking solace. Or shelter. It has a spectacular stained glass window of the last supper that arrests your attention as you walk in. And there was red everywhere; velvet cushions on the pews, the patterned carpet, even the light seemed tinged with red. We had just received bad news, so we parked our behinds on a pew up the back thinking we would pray. Not that God wouldn’t have heard us if we had told him our cares outside, in the open air. But the church was cosy. I told our energetic toddler to come sit beside us (he was doing laps of the aisle). “Watching?”  he said, once he had settled beside me. “What are we watching, sweetheart?”  I asked. “Lady dancing,”  he replied, with an excited note to his voice. …