
Q Marks the Spot 148 (February 2021 Treasure Map)
Sacred Treasure If you haven’t yet come across her or her work, then the time has come, Ruth Naomi Floyd is a precious friend and
Sacred Treasure If you haven’t yet come across her or her work, then the time has come, Ruth Naomi Floyd is a precious friend and
Something Hugh said at that meeting in Sheffield has been etched on my memory every since. I’d only been in ordained ministry perhaps 2 or 3 years and we were having our normal post-Summer catchup and planning session.
We would habitually begin with a short devotional, but that day, Hugh was in reflective mood. Only a few weeks before, he’d celebrated his 50th birthday, and now he openly described how affecting that milestone had been. If memory serves, it was on the lines of “I now realize that I have more years of formal ministry behind me than ahead of me.”
Regulars will know that I’ve been doing increasing amounts with the fair friends of the Rabbit Room in Nashville. So today, a couple more bits
When I did the Echoes from Eternity edition of Irina Ratushinskaya poems, I mentioned that I would post the texts of some of them. So,
So I realise this the second time this year I’ve homed in on this poem, but I come back to it again and again. Which
Thanks to a kind invitation to speak at this year’s Oak Hill School of Theology, I’ve been pushed into thinking more deeply about what it means
Lockdown, at last, is easing in the UK – after over 100 days. So I’m winding up this little series of poetry readings. But if
Sacred Treasure Carl Trueman has a simply superb First Things piece on Covid19, human mortality and modern culture’s avoidance of death: The Final Enemy Justin
Irina Ratushinskaya was an inspiration. I’ve mentioned her here before, having had a fluke encounter in a bookshop. She proved remarkably resilient in the most
The urge to return to Uncle George was irresistible. He is so lucid but honest; so lightly humourous, but theologically weighty. I actually filmed this
I was genuinely saddened by the news of Clive James’ death last year. He always struck me as such a fascinating and fascinated man, humane
Back to some poetry now. I first came across a poem by Micheal O’Siadhail in a lecture when I was at seminary. But I can’t