Posts by Julianne Chatfield

Imaginative Prayer with Children

Tuesday 22 May 2012

Thinking about the story time on Sunday made me think again about the importance of story for children’s spiritual development. Many fiction stories, fairy tales and myths provide abundant material for developing children’s spiritual awareness. As a Church we also have Scripture which, of course, is one of the most important sources we have for […]

The Living Water of the Holy Spirit.

Monday 21 May 2012

The whole of the Office of Readings today talked about the Holy Spirit, turning us towards Pentecost on Sunday. The reading from the Saints came from the writings of St Cyril of Jerusalem: The water I shall give him will become in him a fountain of living water, welling up into eternal life. This is […]

An Ascension Story

Sunday 20 May 2012

This evening, I used this story with our children’s group: When He came, we left our lives; we left our fishing nets, our parents, our counting houses, our fields, our workshops, our bread dough. He called and we followed. Something had changed. Something was changing, deep within us. We sat and listened to his words; […]

The Ascension

Thursday 17 May 2012

One of the wonderful things about the course I am doing is the people who are on it with me. One of them, the lovely Rosy, gave me this extract a couple of weeks ago and I have thought about the imagery in it ever since. It is taken from an Anglo Saxon poem called […]

Easter Words.

Wednesday 16 May 2012

The Youth Catechism describes Creation like this: “God created us out of free and unselfish love.[1-3] When a man loves, his heart overflows. He would like to share his joy with others. He gets this from his Creator. Although God is a mystery, we can still think about him in a human way and say: […]

Dancing.

Tuesday 15 May 2012

My lecture day and a meeting yesterday both included reflection on spiritual freedom. One reflection time during the lecture day I thought about times- short and fleeting but with a long lasting effect- that were moments of real freedom. On my retreat, almost two years ago, I sat, unusually for me, still and in silence […]