Finding home on The Salt Path
The lights went out. Ruth and I heard waves thrashing, gusts whistling, a couple crying out. As they attempted to salvage their tent from the incoming tide, I sunk into the comfort of my cinema seat and our friendship.
The lights went out. Ruth and I heard waves thrashing, gusts whistling, a couple crying out. As they attempted to salvage their tent from the incoming tide, I sunk into the comfort of my cinema seat and our friendship.
I initially thought Ivan was the most irritating person I’d ever met. At a summer school gathering for computer scientists, sitting on the lawn, he barraged me with gossip and interrogated me about my career. As someone wanting intentional conversations about Jesus, this felt like the opposite.
It’s through a reflection that we are introduced to The Wild Robot’s unlikely hero, the Rozzum Unit 7134. We see otters exploring shipwrecked packaging on a remote island, then this close-up shot zooms out to reveal that we are watching this scene on the shiny surface of the robot’s eye.
I love that the school run is a huge part of our week. We are able to walk alongside others twice a day, five days a week, over a period of several years. It allows deeper lifelong relationships to develop. It gives me the chance to ask friends about their day and listen as they share their joys and challenges.
We often think about the things Jesus said – we memorise his words and repeat them. But I wonder if we sometimes miss how good a listener Jesus is?
I love the transition between two seasons, but I particularly love the change from spring to summer. The beauty that was birthed in spring seems to come into the fullness of life in summer – the trees get greener, the flowers open fully and the sun shines for longer.