How to Pray

A simple guide for normal people by Pete Greig

I suppose now that you are going to agree with my husband and say that normal people do not read in the half hour they have when they are waiting for their self-tan to dry. Really? Your loss.

Pete Grieg is probably best known for the 24-7 Prayer Movement. This was a sort of non-stop prayer vigil that was meant to stop in the end but actually never did. There are now people praying all over the world at all times because of this movement. If you ever want to look at prayer in a sort of “I wonder if God can answer prayer now?” kind of way then some of the stories in the 24-7 books will blow your socks off. (Or encourage you in your faith as you, quite properly, may prefer to say)

This is a bit different in that it is a kind of manual – about how to pray. Sorry if you had already worked that out at the back there. It’s based around the Lord’s Prayer (as is almost compulsory in prayer manuals) and is written for human beings with jobs and families and lives rather than hermits with loin cloths living on top of a thirty-foot pointy stick.

He starts by making sure we are all aware of our position before God when we pray, which made me cry. It’s about the difference between God being our friend and us being God’s friend and that both are, in fact, true but different. Ha! (Think about it). Then he breaks down prayer into chapters such as adoration, intercession, petition and covering the thorny issue of unanswered prayer as well as Spiritual Warfare (that bit’s not at all woo-woo either). There are bits to follow up online and ideas about running prayer groups. Also, more encouraging stories on answers as well. However, I like that he is open about the fact that his wife’s continuing health issues are a challenge to his faith and I also appreciate that he covers meditation positively rather than the stuff I grew up with which involved demons coming in and sweeping your brain empty with a Eubank or something.

I’m not sure there is anything massively new here but I’m not sure there needs to be, does there? In the end, I think it comes down to the same things it has always come down to. As he says “Keep it real, keep it simple, keep it up” Prayer for normals and helpful for those who would like to re-focus.

Hope everyone had a good week. I have just had a birthday weekend which was a sort of staid bacchanalian feast so it was one you could invite your Nana to, with many, many meals out, visits to the cinema, outstaying my welcome in other people’s residences and generally behaving like someone who should know better. I am now officially pooped but have to scoot off to London in the morning for a quite important conference on Tuesday. I intend to get to the hotel as quickly as possible and lie down almost immediately for approximately fourteen hours and hope that this has a restorative effect. Failing that I will have to try painting eyeballs on my eyelids like in Indiana Jones.

Have a good week

Just Normal Life

Hullo. Hope you are well. We are trundling along here and trying not to catastrophise everything that might happen re the house move. I trying not to imagine that every piece of post will contain a letter saying that the house move has fallen through because of an unpaid debt I had in Bolivia, or that the survey has thrown up a nest of spider-like aliens living in the foundations or even that the buyers are, in fact, Russian agents who have disappeared never to be seen again. I’m under a lot of pressure.

We left the house last week to go to the pictures. I wanted to see Avengers Endgame again. I had waited for FOW1 to go with me so that I could ask Marvel related questions but he selfishly refused so HOH came with me. I know it’s not Chekov (I’ve never seen any Chekov – probably a bad example) but it really is one of my favourite films of the year. Heroic in lots of senses of the word, with self-sacrifice, brother and sisterhood, the courage to be downbeat and then a rattling good story. Not even sorry.

We also went to see Booksmart (I keep calling it Bookwise because that’s the name of the company that does our charity’s wages) Booksmart is about two Grade A students who have worked non stop all the way through High School (which I think is sort of American for Secondary Modern – possibly) in order to to make sure that they get into the best universities. They are then shocked to find out that all the other students have also got into good universities and had a good time in the process. The girls then resolve to go out and have a great time on their last night in school. And now you are thinking that you can’t think of anything worse and I understand that completely. But wait! Come back! This is sweet and funny and life-affirming. However, there is also a bit of gross-out humour, a lot of rude words and quite a bit of cheeky so you pays your money and you takes your choice.

On the telly, not watching anything much but Mum. It’s a BBC comedy that makes you want to cry. She is a widow with a grown-up son and she is tentatively exploring falling in love with her husband’s best friend. You root for them so much – they are so gentle and lovely and both have lost someone they love but the son isn’t happy and is trying to stop everything. It is really funny. The son and his girlfriend, the Mum’s brother and his horrible partner and the elderly parents of the dead husband – they are all grieving but trying, ever so gradually to find a way to move on. My bottom is tight with tension all the way through but I could not be without it. Anyone else watching it?

I went to Aged Parent to do a bit of dusting etc this week. Thought I would show you a snapshot of one of her bookshelves. You call yourself a Christian scholar, do you? Well, until you have read as much as AP you might need to think again. This is only one of three bookshelves and she has read every single one – many times. She does tend towards the “Disaster Movie” end of Christian Theology. Favourite Titles include – “Though He Slay Me – Yet Will I Trust Him” and “When Heaven is Silent” as well as “Does Jesus Care?” but you like what you like I say.

We called round this week to take her a vacuum cleaner we had bought for her. She was pleased about the cleaner but possibly a bit irritated at the interruption because she “was just watching The Holocaust.” All of it?

Have a great week

Steal Like An Artist

Steal Like an Artist. Austin Kleon

This was a bit of a surprise. It is considered a modern classic by arty farty types and I thought I would have a look. I was a bit disappointed when it arrived. It’s quite small, not very thick and there are a lot of drawings in it.

I was a bit stroppy because at first glance it looked like one of those Instagram things where people post squares stating the flaming obvious and then flog it as if it were their original contribution to the wisdom of the ages. Things like “Only YOU can be YOU. Be YOU.” or “CALM. You owe it to your heart.” The Internet has a lot to answer for.

However, not for the first time (or the last), I judged too soon. I have found this really valuable – to the point where I am making notes. The central idea is that there is nothing new under the sun – artistically. (Already pointed out in Ecclesiastes. It’s the Circle of Life)

Kleon argues we should all feel free to take ideas from other people who create – artists, writers, musicians, etc. He’s not talking about pinching other people’s work, he’s talking about letting other ideas inspire you and having them take you off on a tangent and stimulate creations of your own. He distinguishes between good theft and bad theft – one honours the original, one degrades it.

Also, he talks about having two work areas. One digital – laptop, phone etc and one analogue – post it notes, drawings, pen and paper planning as these stimulate different areas of his creativity. This is interesting for people like me who spend too much of their time on the laptop.

It’s a deceptively thoughtful book and it’s rare that I make notes from a non-fiction book. That probably says more about me than the quality of the books that I read. If you are looking for a stimulating and encouraging book with lots of practical ideas about how to be creative while being normal – having a job, a life and leaving the house, this is really helpful.


Humble apologies for the lack of contact but, as you can see, there has been a lot going on. I know that it is early days and a lot can happen but it seems that we have sold the house and have had an offer accepted on a new apartment. We have spent a goodly proportion of the past few months wandering around the family home that we love and asking ourselves why no one else loves it. We have also spent too much time looking up at the kitchen ceiling and asking “Whyyyyyyyy”?

Well, it seems that there were reasons. I’m never sure how much info to give out with stuff like this but it seems the timing – with the quality of the buyers and the desperation of the apartment sellers, things have fallen into place. We are both in a “holding it loosely” mood at the moment, which we are trying to balance with being mighty warriors of faith. No wonder I am tired. I will keep you posted.

We are also just back from London, celebrating our wedding anniversary. We left with Aged Parent’s warning to “Keep off those bridges – they drive like maniacs.” ringing in our ears (I’m not sure that she realised that there were terrorist attacks – just bad driving and that is how I am leaving it). We had a lovely time. We went to see “Hamilton” which I can highly recommend. I must admit, I had a bit of trepidation about a three-hour rap musical about one of the founding fathers of the USA but it really is outstanding.

Tickets are very expensive but, on FOW2’s recommendation, we were in the cheaper seats at the side and it was still very good. There were a couple of moments when the actors pointed up and shouted things like “It’s George Washington!” and we couldn’t see him but he usually immediately came down the stairs so that was ok. It’s American history with a twist. All the actors were non-white and I was always taught that King George was a quiet, thoughtful person, prone to introspection. Here he camps it up brilliantly – vicious and mean and taking American Independence very personally. The dancing and the singing though – top notch.

Other than that, we walked miles (no, I mean literally – miles), shopped our birthday money from Aged Parent into oblivion and ate our body-weight in Italian food. In other words – perfect.

I have nothing else to report. I have read a lot. Been to the flicks (Avengers – Endgame – possibly one of my favourite films of the year so far and no, I am not kidding). And we have considered all the furniture etc we will need to sell to downsize. However, considering is all that we have done and I feel that it is quite enough for now.

Have a great week

Mrs. Tim Carries On

Mrs Tim Carries On by D E Stevenson

If you made me walk the plank to force me to reveal my favorite kind of book – British Wartime Diaries/Fiction would be in my top three. (Obviously, if you felt strongly enough to make me walk the plank, you might not let me get away with not being able to narrow down past a top three. This would be sad). It has to be female. I’m not interested in seventeen different versions of The Guns of Navarone. You have to be easily able to imagine it being turned into a black and white film with rubble, Spitfires and rushed good-byes on train stations. I love those films. (Not Brief Encounter though. Blimey, they were boring. I cheered to the rafters when he said he was emigrating. I thought he’d never leave.) In these deeply troubled times, there’s nothing I love to read about more than a woman picking her way through blitzed streets in sensible shoes doughtily in search of the last sausage.

Actually, there is not too much of that here. Mrs. Tim is the wife of “Tim of the Regiment” and during the war, they are posted in a Scottish town. There is nowhere near as much action as there is in say “A Chelsea Concerto” (a personal favourite). There are different kinds of pleasures to be had here. Military wives, serving while standing and waiting, packing knitted mittens for soldiers (how do you get your fingers round the triggers?) and planning Children’s Christmas parties on limited budgets. (Shall they have a toy drum or a dear little bus conductors uniform)?

Most of Mrs. Tim’s life is a foreign land to me. Her son is sent away to school as is the norm. She has servants (cue stern but good-hearted cook) and her younger daughter does not seem to need very much care at all – she seems to disappear for days on end and then appear at random for tea-time.

Mrs. Tim and her pals have lunch together and discuss the war but, certainly, in the beginning, there is no sense of fear for the future. You could never imagine them thinking of say… a concentration camp. The war does break in eventually, People are sent away and then go missing and a visit to her brother in London is a shock to the system.

This book is part of a series and we can follow her life after the war. I probably won’t. There’s too much else I want to read. I liked it a lot though. It is gentle with a bit of a kick. All the shooting and blowing up is strictly off screen but you are left in no doubt there is a war on and it is part of everything – every thought, every plan, every relationship. It left me hoping that all goes awfully well for Mrs. Tim in the future and you can’t say fairer than that.