WHERE STREAMS of living water flow, my ransomed soul he leadeth, and where the verdant pastures grow, with food celestial feedeth. (from Psalm 23)

The circumstances in which our ears are attuned to “living water flowing” often have a retreat quality about them. It’s as though the sound of flowing water invites us – quietly though, this invitation isn’t ordinarily shouted – to stillness, like that of the crop that’s only going to flourish if it’s irrigated. Our soul’s best health and liberty (freedom to live healthily and wholly, and move, and have our being) depends upon our willingness to be shepherded gently into verdant pastures. Without some quiet in our lives, without some stillness, without the sound and feel and taste and touch of living water we do not flourish.

Bishop Kelvin Wright’s second blog, recently up and running, is worth a read: it’s called Be Quiet for a Change