Author Archives: Misha

Act 3, Scene 1 of the Bible – Exodus 19 v 1-8           

Posted on August 11, 2020 by Misha

My placement supervisor referred to it as ‘The Big Story of the Bible’, this unfolding narrative of God’s great plan from creation to the day when God makes everything new. When we tell that story, a large chunk of the … Continue reading →

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Act 2 of the Bible  – Genesis 3

Posted on August 10, 2020 by Misha

The first human beings got on with life in perfect peace. Every day was like Sunday (unless you’re a minister, in which case, pick another day and keep it holy). It was like Sabbath, a day of rest. A bit … Continue reading →

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Act 1 of the Bible – Genesis 1 v1 – 2 v3

Posted on August 9, 2020 by Misha

It won’t be the first time we read Genesis 1 together, but this might be a different interpretation than most of us are used to. These perspectives don’t need to conflict, however. Rather, I would say these thoughts complement each … Continue reading →

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I do

Posted on August 6, 2020 by Misha

I do, she said, never fully understanding the question. I do, she did, as best she knew how in a wayward stumble. I do, she leapt, but never too high for fear of heights. I do, she wept, but never … Continue reading →

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Prayer

Posted on August 4, 2020 by Misha

I want to pray but how do you articulate flowers and what’s the melody of cuddles and clouds and care? I’ve not given up on words, it is just that the hours swell with the sort of love that won’t … Continue reading →

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Breeze

Posted on August 1, 2020 by Misha

Curtains breathing deeply The sea wind carries songs The hillside rises steeply and my memory longs to hear you whistle cheerfully from ash and oak and elm.

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After-thought

Posted on July 30, 2020 by Misha

Those were the dreams those were the battles hard-won and peace-less like stolen joy. Those were the benefits those were the triumphs savoured in endless hours of speechless praise. And here I am. And there you are. Journeys later no … Continue reading →

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Dancing Rock

Posted on July 28, 2020 by Misha

You, Dancing Rock, on which we stand, unchanging, ever new, in all our trembling unafraid, as changing seasons bloom and fade we enter clouds inside to ask of You the gift of trust half-hidden in Your hand. You dance along … Continue reading →

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The Grand Weaver

Posted on July 25, 2020 by Misha

Dear God, you allowed Psalm 88 to make it onto the pages of the book they say you wrote, and the 39th estranged cry from the king who spoke when he said that crushing silence was his ghostly fate. Would … Continue reading →

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MOTHER TONGUE

Posted on July 23, 2020 by Misha

I want to keep a conversation going but my words sound like recordings of past conversations, like the centuries stored up in the royal pronunciation, the stifled reruns of jokes that used to be funny, the shared frame of reference … Continue reading →

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