: Lingering

“When I have learnt to love God better than my earthly dearest, I shall love my earthly dearest better than I do now” C.S.Lewis

Back in May was a post recently where I mentioned that I was going to be looking at three key words that apply to the example of prayer that Jesus gives us in the New Testament. I’ll do ‘Lonely’ later this week and you can find ‘Lengthy’ here. Now for ‘Lingering’.

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: Lengthy

‘Lengthy’. That sounds like a negative word, right? Unless, perhaps, I’m referring to a holiday in balmy Malaga, by a pool-side, reading Robert Harris, eating paella, sipping San Miguel. But, I did say yesterday that I would look at how it applies to Jesus and prayer.

We don’t like to wait. None of us do. Or, if we have to, only for very short times that seem reasonable to us. When it comes to the things we want, we ‘want them now’. Obviously, this is both a Universal human condition, (our inherent desire for instant gratification), but also a peculiar product of the tick-tock, treadmill, consumerist age in which we live. It gets all over us like a materialist mist – we can observe it clearly for what it is when we’re far away out of its reach, but, within it, we’re oblivious to the effect of its density. And it’s getting worse, generation by generation.


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Back in May

It was back in May 2014 that I wrote a blog article called Sirens and Buses

If you’ve read that you’ll know that I’d planned to write more about the primary model of prayer that Jesus gives us in the New Testament – lengthy, lonely, lingering prayer with the Father.

Over the next few days, I’m going to take those three ‘Ls’ and attempt to show why they’re so vitally important for a vibrant life of faith as a lover of Jesus. My hope is that looking more closely at prayer like this will catalyse love for God in a new way. Continue reading



Number nine Headland Park Road – Paignton 523610 – was a pink house, not originally, but it was distinctly, among the varying shades of beige and white of Headland Park Road. It was a big, semi-detached pink house, six bedrooms in all after losing one to gain another two in the loft. It had a green front door with a brass knocker on it that looked like Aslan, but originally it was blue. The house was called Mirador almost sounding as though, in fact, it was a Narnian house in our childhood Narnias. Continue reading