Archive | December, 2013

11twelve13 (various artists)

29 Dec

All of the images and words submitted* for the most recent of these projects – thanks as ever to all who contributed.

Please feel free to share, but please reference the source project and the individual concerned.

(* Submissions are in a randomly selected order)

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Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed. Mason Cooley (via Ryan Cartwright)

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#Christmasiscoming #Swedishreindeer (Lizzie Telfer)

Christmas is coming [Swedish Reindeer] (Lizzie Telfer)

A beautiful start to what would hopefully be a calm and stress free cake making day (Trudy Smith)

A beautiful start to what would hopefully be a calm and stress free cake making day (Trudy Smith)

trudy #2

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[This blog entry from Caroline Butler]

Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear President Snow: The Hunger Games

“Now I know the plans I have for you”, declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you, and not to harm you plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11

Sometimes it is just a drop. Or a far off voice.
But a drop of water falling from the sky on a parched face in a drought ridden land, or a voice coming through the rubble to a person trapped by an earthquake might be just enough for them to keep going for just long enough for help to arrive.
Hope is powerful. Even the smallest amount can literally keep people alive.

Sometimes it looks unexpected.
Like a bunch of white, fairly middle class Christians making friends with a group of drug-dealing, heavy drinking, ex-convict Bengali lads; telling them that there is a different way, that their past needn’t define their future. Holding out hope for them when they have none left for themselves.

Sometimes it is a baby.

For everyone it was one particular baby, born under inauspicious circumstances to poor parents who would soon be refugees. In that small, unexpected way, hope came into the world. That baby carried the hope that one day humanity could be reconciled with their Creator, that the cosmos could be set right again, that there would be peace on earth.

That baby was Jesus.

As we are in Advent (the run up to Christmas) we celebrate the arrival of hope into the world; we celebrate all that the birth, life and death of Jesus means; but we also wait. Wait with anticipation, with hope, for the day He returns again. That day will bring the fulfilment of all the promises, the full wonderful expression of God’s kingdom on this earth. No more pain. No more crying. No more death. It’s coming, and sometimes we can see glimpses of it, but it’s not here yet.

In the meantime we hope.

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A sleeping cat, About to fall over, Eleven twelve thirteen (Emma Major)

A Haiku: A sleeping cat, About to fall over, Eleven twelve thirteen [Emma Major]

a special visitor came to toddlers today (Sue Vallente-Kerr)

A special visitor came to toddlers today (Sue Vallente-Kerr)

Advent bunting! But if we hope for what we do not see, we eagerly wait for it with endurance. #romans8 (Vic Moye)

Advent bunting! But if we hope for what we do not see, we eagerly wait for it with endurance. #romans8 (Vic Moye)

Amazing dessert to finish great dinner out at Harvey Nics - thankful for gift vouchers that allowed this treat and for celebration of journey to this point (Hannah Smith)

Amazing dessert to finish great dinner out at Harvey Nics – thankful for gift vouchers that allowed this treat and for celebration of journey to this point (Hannah Smith)

Amidst the fog, a dew-hung web (Frances Shoesmith)

Amidst the fog, a dew-hung web (Frances Shoesmith)

Another hopeful day another dollar (David Froome)

Another hopeful day another dollar (David Froome)

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This week I have part of history as we have mourned the passing of Nelson Mandela. As the country had been expecting his death at any point over the last few months, when it finally came the mood was that of a celebration of his life and the achievements he was so central to. I will never fully understand the impact he had on the lives of South Africans, but each time I hear more of his life I’m inspired to play my part in empowering this nation to become all that it can be. This is hope.(Bev Meldrum)

Bev #1 Bev #2 Bev #3 Bev #4 Bev #5 Bev #6 Bev #7 Bev #8 Bev #9 Bev #10 Bev #11 Bev #12 Bev #13

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[This blog entry from David Meldrum]

Hope in the Rainbow Nation

Hope is in this strange other space between death and funeral, celebration and mourning, singing and silence, stillness and action.

Hope is in the woman who told me what it was like to vote for the first time after being denied such a simple action for half her life because of her skin colour.

Hope is in the person in my church who had a promising tennis career but was not allowed any further because of her skin colour.

Hope is in the man who joined the church choir from which he was always isolated because of his skin colour.

Hope is in the old lady who was not permitted the everyday pleasure of trying on a hat she fancied because of her skin colour.

Hope is in the families who still come to the parish church despite having being forcibly removed from the parish because of their skin colour.

Hope is that all these people have rejected hate but chosen love and reconciliation and forgiveness.

Hope does not deny the bass-note boos at a president at the memorial, but chooses instead to harmonise on them until the boos change key.

Hope does not deny the long struggle against injustice that lies ahead, but remembers that though the arc of the universe is long it bends towards justice.

Hope does not require extraordinary people, it requires ordinary people possessed by a vision of a new kind of ordinary.

Hope is not cowed by distance, but is a long walk with a certain destination.

Hope is not an inconsistent emotion, but a daily decision.

Hope does not die with one, but grows wherever the soil is good.

Hope is not fleeting, but flutters and flies and floats until it finds a still place to land.

Hope is not forged in action; but it is born in stillness leading to action that will not fail.

Hope is never the end, but it is always pointing on.

Hope is now, and not yet.

Hope is here, and is coming.

Hope is dying, and is reborn.

Hope is breaking out and breaking in.

Hope is further and faster and slower and deeper than I can possibly imagine.

Hope does not disappoint.

Hope is.

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Caroline Butler

(Caroline Butler)

Carols by candlelight — at Christ Church Spitalfields (Amy Jo-Ann)

Carols by candlelight — at Christ Church Spitalfields (Amy Jo-Ann)

Carols of Hope being sung to the travellers at Blackhorse Road Tube Station (Shawn Moye)

Carols of Hope being sung to the travellers at Blackhorse Road Tube Station (Shawn Moye)

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Although the ascending numerals of today’s date seem to indicate a count up to something momentous, the Christian Church (and the shopping public) are on a countdown to Christmas. We are nearly at mid-Advent, as we look forward with hope to the coming in glory of the King who is our Saviour. As I celebrated the Conventual Mass on 10 December, I thought for a brief moment that my hope for a close and personal encounter with the Lord had been realized. I raised the sacrament during the great doxology at the end of the Eucharistic Prayer, and from behind me a voice shouted ‘Hello! Can you help me?’ Without a flicker of a pause, I continued with the introduction to the Lord’s Prayer while one of my brethren went to see if Christ had come to the door. We fairly often do have him arrive unexpectedly in the guise of a wayfarer in need of a warm-up, a wash, and a hot meal: he is always welcome. On this occasion, however, it was a delivery man with an element for the humidifier that is an essential part of the process of making the wafer bread, the sale of which contributes to the Abbey’s finances. He was especially welcome since, without that new part, there had been a risk that we would not be able to fulfil all the Christmas orders for communion wafers. And that would have meant that some of the faithful would not be able to make their communion at Christmas in the Cathedrals and parish churches that we supply. Disappointment and dashed hope would have ensued, along with a number of customers deciding to take their business elsewhere. So welcome Christ in whatever guise he comes, whether he is a tinker or a deliveryman, a poor man or a millionaire, our loved child or the mother-in-law of whom we are wary. After all the baby born at Bethlehem, whose birthday we prepare to celebrate, grew up to tell us (and I paraphrase) that ‘if you do not welcome those who are least, you do not welcome me’. (Andrew Johnson)

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Claire Gannon #1Walthamstow. 10.30am (Claire Gannon)

Walthamstow. 10.30am (Claire Gannon)

Dom Withers

(Dom Withers)

Dominic Froome

(Dominic Froome)

Foggy misty morning - with sunshine forcing through. The edge of Christmas (Alice Smith)

Foggy misty morning – with sunshine forcing through. The edge of Christmas (Alice Smith)

Hannah Woods (see text)

Our naked Christmas tree, borrowed from a kind friend who got loved on by my kids. I want them to understand Advent as a journey towards Christmas, not just Christmas as a day of getting Stuff. I want to celebrate the journey, and make a point of doing the things we should do on the day – share our homes, love people, give meaningful gifts and time, not feel pressured to throw money at things. Also, we haven’t been organized enough to decorate yet. Maybe this weekend. I quite like the naked tree! (Hannah Woods)

Hope - a lantern's light in our darkness (Kathryn Fleming)

Hope – a lantern’s light in our darkness (Kathryn Fleming)

Hope it isn't too cheeky to give this a mention but it seems appropriate This is from our Share the Hope' project at facebook.com(sharethehopeuk (Jules Middleton)

Hope it isn’t too cheeky to give this a mention but it seems appropriate This is from our Share the Hope’ project [for more information see here] (Jules Middleton)

Hoping for a career in photography (Louisa Moore)

Hoping for a career in photography (Louisa Moore)

hoping for a peaceful christmas (Kay Gwilliams)Hoping for a peaceful christmas (Kay Gwilliams)

HOPING for more of these beautiful misty mornings (Jules Middleton)

HOPING for more of these beautiful misty mornings (Jules Middleton)

Hoping I could find the station this morning (Ryan Cartwright)

Hoping I could find the station this morning (Ryan Cartwright)

I hope I can find my keys (Mike Hamblyn)

I hope I can find my keys (Mike Hamblyn)

It may just look like a hawthorn hedge in the fog, in the language of flowers hawthorn means hope (Claire Besant)

It may just look like a hawthorn hedge in the fog, in the language of flowers hawthorn means hope (Claire Besant)

Jen Powell

(Jen Powell)

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A day spent with people I’ve grown to love – end of term and bring and share lunch on the Ignatian Spirituality course at the London Centre for Spirituality. And then time with another friend in the afternoon. (Sue Diplock)

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Jesus, Hope of the Nations (Rosie Ball)

Jesus, Hope of the Nations (Rosie Ball)

Jo Withers

(Jo Withers)

Kentish churchyard on a crisp December morning (Daren Mountain)

Kentish churchyard on a crisp December morning (Daren Mountain)

Leaf tea shop Liverpool (Linda Hopkins)

Leaf tea shop Liverpool (Linda Hopkins)

Looking forward to our first first Christmas in our 'new spirtual home'- St.John's Needham Market (Linda Rose Ruby)

Looking forward to our first first Christmas in our ‘new spirtual home’- St.John’s Needham Market (Linda Rose Ruby)

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We are in a majority Muslim area and have had classes from our local schools come to church all day today to tell them about Christmas. One young Muslim girl was fascinated by the story and kept interrupting to ask more questions about Jesus. Wow – if only more people would be asking questions about Jesus! (Christine Chambers)

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Louise Davis (see text)

A triple whammy of hope! The hope of salvation (God’s promise to Noah), hope for the environment (the ark is made from ‘exhausted’ rubber wood which would otherwise be burnt) and hope for communities (this is one of an amazing collection of fair trade toys which enables workers to earn a fair wage as well as investing in community infrastructure projects in Sri Lanka)! It’s also, of course, a shameless plug for Just Fair Trade in Leicester where I’m assistant manager, and Lanka Kade who produce the toys! (Louise Davis)

Made by Erin Hope

Made by 4 year old Erin Hope (Andy Campbell)

Making christingles with students from a local primary school on a church visit (Robert Kean)

Making christingles with students from a local primary school on a church visit (Robert Kean)

Maria Parrado

(Maria Parrado)

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Me #1

The City from The Stow (Andy Campbell)

me #2

Speeding Train (Andy Campbell)me #3 me #4

Hoping for a bite (Andy Campbell)
me #5

Hoping for less traffic (Andy Campbell)me #6

Hoping to make the lights [speeding cyclist jumping a red] (Andy Campbell)

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Megan White

(Megan White)

mike devine

(Mike Devine)

My friend is learning to paint, using me as a model. Two hours this morning... I hope it's going to be OK... (Simon Hall)

My friend is learning to paint, using me as a model. Two hours this morning… I hope it’s going to be OK… (Simon Hall)

My hope is always in Jesus but today it lies in medical science too (Ellen Hunt)

My hope is always in Jesus but today it lies in medical science too (Ellen Hunt)

Our first Christingle at St. John's Needham Market. Fabulous service, thank you (Linda Rose Ruby)

Our first Christingle at St. John’s, Needham Market. Fabulous service, thank you (Linda Rose Ruby)

Our first 'real' tree in our new home in Needham Market (Linda Rose Ruby)

Our first ‘real’ tree in our new home in Needham Market (Linda Rose Ruby)

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Photographs taken at 12 minutes past 11 on Wednesday 111213 from the Multi faith prayer space North Greenwich next to the cable cars. It is cold and misty but the prayer space offers peace love and hope to all people.(Sarah Davis)

Outside the multi faith prayer space watching a cable pas over the roof it is cold and misty but the prayer space offers peace love and hope to all people (Sarah Davis) Photographs taken at 12 minutes past 11 on Wednesday 111213 from the Multi faith prayer space North Greenwich next to the cable cars (Sarah Davis)Prayer space (Sarah Davis)——-

Sarah Clare (see text)

Underneath the blossoming branches of the pohutukawa (Christmas) tree, at St Heliers Bay, Auckland, with the volcanic Rangitoto Island in the distance. And clutching a bunch of no-berry holly branches – a gift from my friend Victoria to decorate our house this Christmas. Thinking of all friends and family preparing for Christmas in the colder northern hemisphere. (Sarah Clare)

Seasonal hope (Richard Gillin) Seasonal hope (Richard Gillin)

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Simon Hodgkins #1 My sprog touching the floor for the first time...the #hope is that he's going to be walking properly by Christmas Simon Hodgkins #2

My sprog touching the floor for the first time…the #hope is that he’s going to be walking properly by Christmas (Simon Hodgkins)

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Space for the nativity at Amsterdam airport #hope (Alice Hague)

Space for the nativity at Amsterdam airport #hope (Alice Hague)

St Paul's late last evening (Diane Gardener)

St Paul’s late last evening (Diane Gardener)

Started the day by lighting an advent candle #hope (Alice Hague)

Started the day by lighting an advent candle #hope (Alice Hague)

Steve Clough (see text)

This is the view out of the window at 11/12/13 14:15. My message of hope? I hope it gets better than this. With the fog covering everything, I can only be glad that we had our boiler replaced yesterday, so we can now be toasty warm. Sitting inside in the warm and I am grateful for all I have. (Steve Clough)

Sunset on Waterloo bridge followed by lovely walk through my old stomping ground of 35years ago. Without 11twelve13 I would not have done this. Thank you Andy Campbell (Joady Mitchell)

Sunset on Waterloo bridge followed by lovely walk through my old stomping ground of 35years ago. Without 11twelve13 I would not have done this. Thank you Andy Campbell (Joady Mitchell)

The Chapel of Holy Souls, Westminster Cathedral. Hope for those who I know who are ill or recently departed. x — feeling hopeful at Westminster Cathedral (Sophie Mills)

The Chapel of Holy Souls, Westminster Cathedral. Hope for those who I know who are ill or recently departed. x — feeling hopeful at Westminster Cathedral (Sophie Mills)

the hope of keeping warm this winter (Sue Vllente-Kerr)

The hope of keeping warm this winter (Sue Vllente-Kerr)

There's still some colour forcing it's way through a grey foggy day in Walthamstow Village! (Martin Mitchell)

There’s still some colour forcing it’s way through a grey foggy day in Walthamstow Village! (Martin Mitchell)


This was not arranged. I bought the Hope decoaraton at the weekend with today in mind - that much is true but when I hung it on the tree I did not pay any attention to what was beside it ( Ryan)This was not arranged. I bought the Hope decoaraton at the weekend with today in mind – that much is true but when I hung it on the tree I did not pay any attention to what was beside it (Ryan Cartwright)

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Uncommercial surprise! I bought a watch and it arrived with a Danish Christmas star and directions to a YouTube showing how to make it (Pippa Soundy)Pippa #2

Uncommercial surprise! I bought a watch and it arrived with a Danish Christmas star and directions to a YouTube showing how to make it. (Pippa Soundy)

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The Sun of a new day brings hope through the mist (Will Taylor) http://www.flickr.com/photos/91027551@N02/11321364786

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11 Dec 13 certificate entry (David Butler)

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I thought I’d share this song with you. I have been playing it pretty much incessantly over the last couple of days. Musically the song oozes hope and joy as do the words – I am pretty sure that Peter Gabriel did not write it about how it feels to be held in God’s gaze of love but… (Simon Cutmore)

“In Your Eyes”

love I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are

all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
the heat I see in your eyes

love, I don’t like to see so much pain
so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

and all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
the heat I see in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes

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Some Advent thoughts from my old college (via Sandra Sykes)

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11.12.13 / a brief pause in the headlong sprint into Christmas / shopping to be done, food to be prepared / and real life to be lived (Andy Campbell)