Thursday 10th September

September 10th 

Christ’s is the world in which we move “Touching place” John Bell (b.1949) Graham Maule (b. 1958) 

sung by Joanne Hogg, David Fitzgerald, Liverpool Metropolitan Cathedral choir, BBC Northumbria


Psalm 62    Song of Trust in God Alone

1 For God alone my soul waits in silence; from him comes my salvation.
2 He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall never be shaken.

3 How long will you assail a person, will you batter your victim, all of you,
   as you would a leaning wall, a tottering fence?
4 Their only plan is to bring down a person of prominence.
   They take pleasure in falsehood; they bless with their mouths, but inwardly they curse.

5 For God alone my soul waits in silence, for my hope is from him.
6 He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken.
7 On God rests my deliverance and my honour; my mighty rock, my refuge is in God.

8 Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us.
9 Those of low estate are but a breath, those of high estate are a delusion;
in the balances they go up; they are together lighter than a breath.
10 Put no confidence in extortion, and set no vain hopes on robbery;
   if riches increase, do not set your heart on them.

11 Once God has spoken; twice have I heard this: that power belongs to God,
12   and steadfast love belongs to you, O Lord.
For you repay to all according to their work.



For God alone my soul waits in silence, for my hope is from him (v5). The psalmist is living through a time of trial. He remains faithful. God offers no guidance. His presence is hidden. When we go through such times it is tempting to give up. So this psalm is a call to endurance. Verse 5 poignantly repeats the plea of verse 1. “God of salvation – where are you?” We sometimes need to sit it out in God’s presence, to wait quietly when all seems against us.

Yet, as the prayer of this psalm progresses, there is a strengthening of faith that comes through sheer dogged persistence. Out of his prayer arises a realisation that everything that is purely human is built on shifting sand “a leaning wall, a tottering fence” (v3). We cannot rely on anything or anyone other than the living God.

Gradually we realise that God alone provides the security we crave: “My rock, my salvation, my mighty fortress, my deliverance, my honour, my mighty rock” (v6,7). This recognition brings detachment from the glittering prizes that human beings are prone to pursue – “robbery and riches” (v10).

There is a lesson here for all of us. We should not set out hearts on riches or success, because to do so opens the door to dishonesty and corruption. Only God is worth trusting. He will finally reveal his justice as he returns to us the trust (or the treachery) with which we have responded to him. “For you repay to all according to their work” (v12)



O God, teach us to seek security,

not in money or theft,

not in human ambition or malice,

not in our own ability or power,

but in you, the only God,

our rock and our salvation. Amen.


Come to me, come to me  John Bell

All You Need to Know About Grammar    - Jill Thomas Doyle


  • An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.
  • A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.
  • A bar was walked into by the passive voice.
  • An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
  • Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”
  • A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.
  • Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.
  • A question mark walks into a bar?
  • A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.
  • Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type."
  • A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.
  • A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.
  • Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.
  • A synonym strolls into a tavern.
  • At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.
  • A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.
  • Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.
  • A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.
  • An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.
  • The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.
  • A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph.
  • The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.
  • A dyslexic walks into a bra.
  • A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.
  • A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.
  • A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.
  • A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony- 

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