Twenty years ago, Cross-Examined came out. It was my first and, as the result of UCCF keeping the pot simmering through staffworkers’ distribution and Relay
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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 one’s been a struggle, strangely. Hence the delay. I keep returning to the fact that Lewis’ original essay is entirely sufficient on the matter.
“He’s BEHIND you!” resound the shrill cries of 500 families. All part of the Christmas ritual of that peculiar British staple; undoubtedly one of the
The news from Beirut this week was horrendous. It was all just so NEEDLESS. A catalogue of criminality, responsibility-avoidance coupled with the impotence of those
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