It is a story of transformation – the caterpillar eats his way through a mountain of food and although I am not sure caterpillars really eat ice cream, lollipops, salami and cheese etc, the point of the story is that he is destined to bury himself inside a chrysalis. There he stays until it is time to break through and the caterpillar is no more! Instead, as is his destiny, he is eventually transformed into a beautiful butterfly.

I wonder what you are like at losing things. What are you like at finding them again?……. Where am I looking for God and expecting to find God at work?

On everyone’s mind, at present, are the horrors unfolding in Ukraine. Like so many people I confess to being very ignorant about the country and it is only recently that I have come to appreciate the fine architecture of so many of the buildings prior to the wreckage that we see beamed on our television screens each day.  Nor can we overlook the tremendous fortitude shown by the population and the determination of President Zelensky and all who are prepared to risk their lives in the battle for the freedom of the Ukranians.

During this first week of Lent our attention has been very much drawn to the situation in Ukraine and especially the awful suffering of its people as they have been shelled, bombed and terrorised.

As we begin Lent our thoughts and prayers are with the people of Ukraine. What fear and horror they are living through as the war intensifies and many more innocent people suffer and die.

Over the pandemic we have come to use Zoom for many meetings, services, training events, funeral visits, family chats (I am also aware that some of you haven’t had this facility but please read on).

One of the positives of using this facility is that it has enabled the users to see each other. It has helped us get to know others across the circuit.

As a minister within the life of the church we get to see the real highs and lows of people’s lives. The highs as people have a day of celebration and are married, the lows as people grieve the loss of a loved one or are anxiously trying to make sense of where God is as they receive bad news.

My husband Peter was an eternal optimist and always saw the best in everyone and everything. He was also a Yorkshire man therefore, he was also always honest and would say things as he saw them, or as they were, albeit with a large dose of humour, a wry smile, and even a twinkle in his eye! He (and therefore we) did not “do Valentine’s Day”, his reason being that he did not need a saint’s day to remind him to tell people he loved them.