When I read the words, ‘I am the vine, you are the branches’, I usually start to think about how I myself connect to the vine. Later on, Jesus says, ‘just as the father has loved me, so have I loved you’- and I feel comforted by those words.
I wish we’d all been ready
My dad’s death at only 73 was very sudden. In a warm condolence letter, one of his medical colleagues reflected on the countless deaths he’d witnessed and admitted that he still couldn’t say which type of death and associated grief he would choose.
It’s always a tense experience watching England play football. This year everyone has tried to play down the hype and stress the unity and youth of the team and a realistic optimism. But you can still sense the readiness for national soul searching and despair just beneath the surface should they fail.
A Quiet Conversation
Like much of the country, I have been transfixed by the opening stages of the Grenfell Tower Inquiry. I was struck by one report in particular last week – an account by a BBC journalist of an impromptu encounter between an unnamed victim of the fire and the inquiry’s chairman, Sir Martin Moore-Bick.
Seeing People Through a Different Lens
I hate being told what to do. Even though I am old enough to know better, teenage rebellion rises in me if I’m advised to increase my pension contributions, or drink less coffee – and I am sure I’m not alone.