Hoddidodds for BeeverSteve

something gritty to chew on

Welcome to my blog.

These are not the voyages of the Starship Enterprise but the reflections and musings of a local church minister about to begin a period of sabbatical study.  Some entries will have practical applications whilst others may resemble a Daliesque stream of consciousness. Those are the more personal entries as I’m holding up a mirror to my own thoughts as I reflect on my faith and life’s journey.

Feel free to comment but please respect these words, thoughts and ideas for what they are.  Most of them come from experience; others will reflect my reading and travel experiences over the next three months. Some are reworkings of older material (where is that PhD when you need it?) – a few will probably be written with the effort of getting my allotment ready for winter. (There’s a message in that somewhere, I’m sure).

Some will provoke, others warn or warm – some may even move you. When you do read, ask God what He might be saying to you. I’d love to hear about it.

The working title for my blog comes from two dialect words in use in rural Cambridgeshire until the 1970’s. A slap up meal at Mrs Miggins’ pie shop for anyone who deciphers the true meaning!

God with us

How do you view the story of Christmas, on this Christmas Eve, 24th December  2017? If your perspective is anything like that of some children (whose views were recorded in a national newspaper), then your take on Christmas goes something like this.

Jesus received a visit from Santa in the stable, was given a car by the wise men and then moved to New York with his parents. Apparently the wise men, (yes, there are still 3 and yes, they are still men), brought precious gifts. One child did say that it wasn't real gold, just the paper sort you buy in shops; oh, by the way, the baby Jesus would have preferred toys instead.

Nuts in May(*)

I’m confused.  Ok, I know it’s not that hard (I’m just a boy from the Fens) so please bear with me.

WeatherLike all good English discussions, it begins with the weather. It’s been a cold(ish) start to the month but that’s no bad thing on one count, at least.

The onions, garlic and broad beans I set on the allotment a few weeks ago need around 10 days with the temperature below 10OC to shock them into growth. So far, so good.

Real hope in uncertain times

Social Media is a great way of sharing your news with friends and family.

Social Media
Whether you facetime, message, tweet or send an email, your news – good or bad, expected or unexpected – is received by your closest friends within seconds of it being sent.  News travels but bad news or gossip moves with the speed of a guided missile: it’s the sort of thing that people rather like (even if they’d never admit it). 


Whose way?

L P Hartley’s book “The Go Between” tells the story of a young boy in a Norfolk village who carried love letters between a rich girl and a man of poorer means, who her parents thoroughly disapproved of. In the go between
book, there is a very famous line found in many books of quotations,  that even now causes many of us to stop and think: it is this: “The past is another country, they do things differently there”.

How do you see the past? Frank Sinatra for one, famously sang  ....regrets I've had a few but then again too few to mention...". There probably aren't many of us who can say the same. We think back to our past and sometimes shudder at what we've said or done or even, not done. Yes like Frank Sinatra, at some time or another, we've all done it my way.