
“O Tempora! O Mores Evangelici!” 8. Circumnavigating Church ‘Inner-Rings’
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.
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.
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
This is the 5th post in a short series trying to grapple with today’s sense of malaise in British evangelicalism. We’re all aware of body
“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
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.
Q regulars will know that William Cowper has been a personal favourite for years. He had to navigate the storms of mental illness throughout his
Sacred Treasure A friend who pastors in Hong Kong tackles the church’s divisions in the face of political turmoil and social unrest. We would do
The letter lay unobtrusively on the doormat, shrouding its contents in the nondescript white envelope. Her mind, distracted by the day’s activities, barely registered its
Sacred Treasure If you’ve not clocked this great little radio series by Nick Spencer, then you must: The Secret History of Science and Religion. Some
Sacred Treasure Jeremy Marshall was a senior British banker – until he was informed about his terminal cancer with 18 months to live. It’s now
There is an emotional complexity to this wonderful painting by Swiss artist Eugène Burnand. I know very little about him, apart from the usual resort of Wikipedia. But he manages to capture a moment of almost frantic inquisitiveness, as Peter and his young, fellow-disciple John rush in the golden sunrise light to the burial garden. Their faces seem filled with anxiety, confusion, hope, wonder, and longing all at once. Hoping against hope, but fearing a con, or something worse? Could Mary Magdalene, first to visit the tomb, possibly have been right…?
Submit! He punched her with red hot angry words, their force spitting in her face. Submit! You promised you would – so why don’t you?Submit!