Not so long ago, the first anniversary of the UK’s Covid lockdowns starting was marked. ‘Celebrated’ is obviously not the word. And we’ve all gone
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Some of you will know that the combination of Healthy + Power + Exercise is not one that crosses my lips often. I’m rubbish at
I love the British Museum. It’s a treasure house and a marvel. It covers the entire world and even just a few minutes within its
To be fair, I’ve had a mixed response to what I’m offering here. One friend, in particular, felt it was a waste of time because,
Why don’t you just try to win them over…? A complaint that I’ve heard frequently goes something like this. If you have a grievance against
This is the 11th post in a short series trying to grapple with today’s sense of malaise in British evangelicalism. One of The West Wing’s big
This is a repost from 15 years ago on my old blog – I needed to refer to it from something but it can’t have
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.”