Author: Ian Trimnell

A New Year.  A fresh start?  This has been a New Year like no other that I can remember.  While some of us have appreciated slowing down, I know others are struggling with isolation, and others, working in key services and understandably exhausted.  Most of us miss seeing our friends and family, even if we are...

Good morning on this cold and grey Friday at the end of a rather cold and grey week. There’s not even any snow to turn the dirty street – briefly – to a pristine white. There are no snowdrops yet on my walk through the park and the fallen leaves have turned to sludge. At this...

Good evening friends? God is good? Welcome to this Thursday evening prayers. As you will know, Pat and Robin Kyd would be bringing us our prayers. Sadly, they are still poorly. Let us continue to hold them in our prayers… Opening prayer: Merciful God, hear our evening prayer of praise, and let our hearts never waver...

LIVING HOPE IN THE MIDST OF ADVERSITY “I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. I keep my eyes always on the Lord. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken.” (Psalm16: 7-8 NIV) “In Psalm 37 vs.7, David asked, “And now Lord, What do I...

Not Saying A Word Today By Mary Oliver Today I’m flying low and I’m not saying a word I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep. The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten. And so forth. But I’m taking the day...

Good morning good Cornerstone people. I hope that you are safe and ready to join in some thoughts and prayers for the day. The news is still urging us to stay indoors apart from exercise and essential travel for food or medical appointments. We have to be hermits so let us contemplate on some scripture readings...

I don’t want to live a small life. by Mary Oliver I don’t want to live a small life. Open your eyes, open your hands. I have just come from the berry fields, the sun kissing me with its golden mouth all the way (open your hands) and the wind winged clouds following along thinking perhaps...

Invictus by William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this...