Posts tagged The return of the prodigal son.

Being enhanced by the Weak.

As you may have noticed, Fr Neil has recently discovered Twitter. He enjoys its format and, in the middle of writing his sermon, will often tweet. Getting his thoughts down to 140 characters helps with the process. He also likes keeping up with a selection of MotoGP riders. However, this morning Twitter was not interesting […]

The Father: Adult Lent group 4

Our fourth adult Lent group focused on the figure of the Father in the Prodigal Son. We began by looking carefully at Rembrandt’s painting, the focus for Henri Nouwen’s book. We noticed the difference in the two hands, showing the maternal and paternal nature of God’s love. There is a great love in the embrace […]

The Elder Son: Adult Lent Group 3

Last Thursday many of us gathered for the third of our adult Lent group. The theme was the Elder son. He was the one who stayed at home and yet in many ways was as lost as the younger son. The first quotes, from pages 69 to 71 in the book, sparked off discussion about […]

Cold Loneliness.

After last Thursday’s adult session, looking at the return of the younger son, Karlie wrote this poem: Cold loneliness I have unravelled And I try, I try To knit a suit of armor With these ragged cords That could connect me to others Warm bandage words wrap comfort around friends But applied to contain my […]

God or the Golden Calf?

The Bible passage in the Office of Readings during Lent have been working through Exodus. It is a reminder to us of the link between the Passover and the rescue from Egypt and the Easter story. Today’s reading was the making of the Golden Calf. Many years ago, before Neil was ordained we went to […]

Adult Lent Group 1.

In Lent, our adult group is working its way through a course based on Henri Nouwen’s book, ‘The Return of the Prodigal”. The first session, on 14th February, we listened to extracts from the chapter entitled “The younger son leaves home.” Nouwen says that “Leaving home is…a denial of the spiritual reality that I belong […]