After a season of relative silence, I offer a return to the blogging world by way of a guest post courtesy of my Mick. Enjoy!
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Dovie asked me to do something about this photo for her blog ages ago…apologies for the delay…even though you didn’t know there had been one until just now.
A couple of years ago I was watching a news report that had something to do with Canterbury Cathedral. I really can’t remember what it was, and to be honest it really doesn’t matter. The news reporter was standing at the bottom of this flight of old and worn stone steps while saying his bit to the camera.
For some reason the thought struck me that these steps were a symbol of hope. When the steps were first put in place they would have had sharp square edges and have been completely smooth and flat. The thought of changing the shape of those hard stone steps simply by walking on them would have seemed ridiculous. Yet hundreds of years later, thousands of feet have walked up and down those steps and slowly over those centuries the shape of the steps has changed.
Sometimes I look at situations that seem just too vast for me to realistically expect any significant change. It’s at times like that when I need to remember the steps, remember my God and faithfully play my part.
Dovie and I went to Canterbury Cathedral earlier this year and walked up and down those same steps. We took this picture as a reminder of hope.
6 comments:
I am quite pissed that there is a large ocean between us. Thanks for posting this! I needed to be reminded.
Nicely done Mick. I appreciate your words greatly. I also wanted to call out the patriarch's B-day today.
Steff
Happy birthday sir!
We enjoyed meeting you Mick! Hope the trip was fun!
Thanks for this - good stuff to think about. Chad and I talk about the quotes you and Dovie posted/talked about by Tostoy about change quite often - I've actually stolen that as my own little quote.
Praise God He's patient with us. :)
Good stuff, man
Well done. Very well done.
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