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
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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.”
This is the 6th post in a short series trying to grapple with today’s sense of malaise in British evangelicalism. One of my favourite novels
There is a fine line between global-sized passion and totalizing imperial zeal. When that fact goes unacknowledged by Christian movers and shakers, we have a
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
I can’t quite believe it but I first met Dani Oprean 12 years ago now, during my first visit to Romania. We had little idea
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
This is Holy Saturday. It’s an in-between day, a limbo. It is deeply unsettling, especially if you need your world to be categorisable, identifiable, graspable.
It is Good Friday so the subject matter for the day’s reading presented itself easily enough. Choosing what to read, however, was a very different