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On Empathy…

September 9, 2019 / Julie Wilkinson / Leave a comment

Empathy. That’s where my thoughts have been. The power of real, deep heart-to-heart human connection. I spent some time on the Orkney islands in the summer. It was my first visit, fulfilling a soul-yearning for the area that I still don’t really understand. It’s a place that is rich in Neolithic history, the landscape literally … Continue reading On Empathy…

We went in search of you…

June 26, 2017June 28, 2017 / Julie Wilkinson / 5 Comments

We went in search of you, Wild and elemental, At home in the storm, With feet that walk waves. And we found you. In sand-blasted skin And salt-tanged lips, In sun-beaten cheeks And sea-sprayed hair, In briny-deep swell And wood-sweet smoke. In grit between our teeth. We went in search of you, Spirit and creator, … Continue reading We went in search of you…

Water into Wine

June 13, 2011April 27, 2017 / Julie Wilkinson / Leave a comment

I told the story of Jesus' first miracle three times on Saturday. I was asked to choose two Jesus stories as part of a story walk through Bradford City Centre for the Biblefresh Festival, organised by the local Methodists. Water into Wine was my immediate first choice. Why? Because I love it. Almost every time I read … Continue reading Water into Wine

He is alive!

April 24, 2011April 27, 2017 / Julie Wilkinson / Leave a comment

It was still dark when she left her home. She made her way through the silent streets to the garden where his tomb lay. She felt troubled but the silence comforted her. She carried spices to anoint his body. She reached the garden and walked down the pathways until she came to the place where … Continue reading He is alive!

It is finished…

April 22, 2011April 26, 2017 / Julie Wilkinson / Leave a comment

The man followed them when they left his house, walking in the shadows through the streets of Jerusalem. He watched as they entered the garden. Then he crept in after them. He heard their lowered voices as they talked. He saw the shadows shift and settle as they moved through the garden. The silence was … Continue reading It is finished…

Those Hands

April 21, 2011April 27, 2017 / Julie Wilkinson / 1 Comment

He lifted the water jar onto his shoulders and set off through the streets. He knew people were looking at him, could feel their eyes on him as he walked. He didn’t fit, he was an anomaly. Men didn’t carry water jars – that was women’s work. He passed the city gate as two men … Continue reading Those Hands

A Generous Gift

April 20, 2011April 26, 2017 / Julie Wilkinson / Leave a comment

The sound of voices surrounded her as she walked, noise upon noise, donkeys braying, haggling, shouts, laughter. She could smell the scents of the busy market place, olive oil, baking bread, freshly cut wood, pungent ointments. She walked up to a man, exchanged a few words, handed over a large bag of coins, picked up … Continue reading A Generous Gift

Enough is Enough

April 19, 2011April 26, 2017 / Julie Wilkinson / 2 Comments

The priest picked up the scroll and put it away with the others, neatly and carefully lined up on the shelf. He turned and straightened the oil lamp on the table. Then he smoothed down his robe and left the temple. He walked with long strides past the benches of the dove sellers and the … Continue reading Enough is Enough

All that she had…

April 18, 2011April 26, 2017 / Julie Wilkinson / Leave a comment

The woman drew her cloak around her and looked around the small room. Spare, sparse, but clean and well looked after. Home. She picked up a bag and placed two small copper coins in it, leaving the shelf bare. Then she opened the door and left. She walked down the street with her head down, … Continue reading All that she had…

The Master Needs It

April 17, 2011April 26, 2017 / Julie Wilkinson / 1 Comment

There was once a man who bought a colt. The colt was untrained and had never been ridden and the journey home was a hard one. As the man struggled to tie the colt to the wall of his house, his neighbour saw him and said, “Is that the best you could get? You’ll waste … Continue reading The Master Needs It

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