The Lunar Eclipse on Monday

Photo of lunar eclipse  Did you stay up to watch it?

Anyone who was up at around 2 or 3 am this Monday morning might have seen a rare astronomical event. Lunar eclipses happen at least once or twice a year, but this one was unusual because it happened when the moon appeared larger and brighter than at any other point in the month. The next ‘supermoon’ eclipse is due in 2033.

The moon’s orbit around the earth is elliptical, so its apparent size changes throughout the month.

But how far away is the moon?

One way to connect more personally with astronomical scales is to consider the total amount of DNA in our bodies. Each of our cells contains two metres of this molecule, coiled up very tightly. If we took all the DNA out of every cell, unrolled it and added it end to end, how far would it reach?

The average adult has about 50 trillion (50,000,000,000,000) cells in his or her body. Multiplied by two metres, that makes around 0.1 trillion kilometres of DNA, which is immense compared to the distance to the moon.

The sun is around 150 million kilometres from earth, so our DNA would take us there and back more than 300 times.
Pluto is 50 times further away, and we could take the round trip at least six times.

And all that is inside you and me!!

As a poet of old wrote in the Bible “Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! It is amazing to think about. Your workmanship is marvelous—and how well I know (Psalm 139:14)


Went to London this weekend for an interview with royalty

I asked one of the Kings how his day started. He said:-

"Got up outer me Uncle Ned (bed) an Bob Squash-ed (washed) me boat race (face), with some band of hope (soap) before ‘aving a dig the grave (shave).

All respectable lookin’ like, it’s time to get me togs on.

Oi, where’s me almond rocks (socks)? Ah ha! There they are, ‘iding in me daisy roots (boots).

I put on me Dickey Dirt (shirt) ‘an me whistle ‘an flute (suit) otherwise known as me buttons.

I comb me barnet fair (hair), pick up me tit for tat (hat) ‘an go down the Apples ‘an Pears (stairs) for me breakie (
breakfast for you la di dah folks)
Pucker it was.

Some Uncle Fred (bread), slosh on Stammer an Stutter (Butter) ‘an a nice slab of Stand at ease (Cheese).

I checks me Gordon & Gotch (watch) for the bird lime (time) ‘an Calls the trouble ‘an strife (Missus/Wife) and told ‘er to get the dustbin lids (kids) ready and dressed.

Now would you Adam ‘an Eve (believe) it? She tells me to shut me gob or she’ll kick me up the fife ‘an drum (bum).

So I keep schtum, nip for a quick Bangers & Mash (Slash) and we’re on the off down the toad (road)"
Pearly Kings & Queens Off To Celebrate Harvest Festival

Pearly Kings & Queens Off To Celebrate Harvest Festival

What a jacket!

What a jacket!

A luvely lady

A luvely lady

Someone is not amused!!

Someone is not amused 'cause someone's reigned longer than her!!

Mobile phones: anti-social media?

Its back to school & college time.

One parent wrote:

”Last week, my lad started secondary school. And I was surprised – OK, shocked – to find that something had happened to his friends over the summer: nearly all of them had acquired smart phones, and were taking them in to school.

What’s more compelling for my son, I think, is that last year at primary school, his friends so loved playing football together every break that they hardly had time to eat; now, if I ask him what he does at lunchtime, he sighs, and says that most people get their phones out instead.”

Is this the new addiction? Should it better be called “Anti-Social Media?”

Recent research suggests, for secondary school young adults, that overdosing on screen time may have a detrimental effect further down the line with GCSEs. A separate study from the London School of Economics  found that smart phones in schools affect grades adversely, especially among slower learners. And this week the OECD reported that computer technology in the classroom hampers progress.

Maybe we should watch how we use our phones?


My ancestors were refugees (Huguenots). It was probably in the 17th or 18th century that they fled from France to (in my case) settle in Kent. Thank God that they were welcomed. We too need to welcome those fleeing war, torture and rape.

On Sunday the Bishop of Bradford asked all churches in the area to pray for the refugees as follows:

Merciful God, your son was a refugee and shared the suffering of people fleeing from danger in fear and repression.

You know what it is like to be hungry and afraid and have nowhere to call home.

God of the displaced, we pray for the safety of the refugees and ask that they will find a place of security. Protect them from those who would seek to exploit them and from dangers.

God of hope, we thank you for those organisations in our region and more widely who are working to bring relief and comfort to those displaced, showing glimpses of grace in the darkness of despair. God, give them strength.

God of justice, guide the nations and the leaders of the worlds towards peace and justice; stir all out hearts to be generous and compassionate.

God, help us to play our part in bringing about change that we want to see.

Through Jesus Christ out Lord.”

Just come across a lovely quotation:

In his introduction to Paradise Lost C. S. Lewis wrote:

“The first qualification for judging any piece of workmanship from a corkscrew to a cathedral is to know what it is—what it was intended to do and how it is meant to be used.”

Wow – that can be applied much wider than possibly originally intended.


Maybe a good starting point is to look around at the world we live in and ask just that question

– “Just what was God’s* intention on how it should be used and how can we align ourselves with it?”

Or, what about each other,

– “What is God’s intention in creating you and me and how does he want us live?”