journalling

Reflections on finding God in everyday life.

Sunday, 13 April 2025

Such a bloke!

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  When I wrote ‘ Miriam’s Sisters, Deborah’s Daughters’ , my aim was to uncover the biblical stories of the women who had been hidden in nar...
Saturday, 5 April 2025

Hold my Beer!

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  Truly I tell you, wherever this good news is proclaimed in the whole world, what she has done will be told in remembrance of her. Matthew ...
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Wednesday, 23 October 2024

Living amidst the ruins

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  For Scotland I sing, the Knox-ruined nation that poet and saint must rebuild with their passion George Mackay Brown "Prologue" I...
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Sunday, 15 September 2024

The likeness of God

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  James 3:8-10 But no one can tame the tongue—a restless evil, full of deadly poison. With it we bless the Lord and Father, and with it we ...
Sunday, 1 September 2024

Perhaps

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  North Shore, Iona Perhaps when we have sat on a beach in a storm and contemplated the force of the wind and the ferocity of the waves we m...
Friday, 30 August 2024

Weaver of stories

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Thirty years ago today, I was 'licensed to preach' by the then Greenock Presbytery of the Church of Scotland. During the discernment...
Sunday, 18 August 2024

Wisdom, bread and wine

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  Proverbs 9:1,2,5,6 Wisdom has built her house, she has hewn her seven pillars. She has slaughtered her animals, she has mixed her wine,...
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liz crumlish
Prestwick, Scotland, United Kingdom
Constantly trying to escape the boxes that others construct and live as beloved of God. Aspiring priest, prophet and mischievous mystic. Love to process life and faith while walking the beach. More Judges 4 than Proverbs 31.
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