My first ever plane trip was in 1959 – Sydney to Darwin. It was a daytime flight, the sky was cloudless and from my window seat I thought I was looking into forever. It was vast, it was brown and it was breathtaking. If I’d been as familiar with the psalms then, as I am now, I might have exclaimed; My God, how great you are! Clothed in majesty and splendour, wrapped in a robe of light! You stretch out the heavens like a tent . . . (Ps 104) Read on
Next week: When the Desert Flowers
Three years into his preaching ministry Jesus was aware that this was all the time God was giving him. He was open about how he felt. ”My soul is troubled . . . Father, save me from this hour. “ When we want to close off from what reality offers us and we too are troubled, we do well to remember the seed image that Jesus found so comforting. Read on
Broken Dreams is a Gospel reflection for the Fifth Sunday of Lent, Year B. You’ll find it on the Connexions page.