
repost: I believed in Father Christmas… But I believe in the Israelite.
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
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
I really wasn’t sure how to choose this because there are various options. Spotify and the like will tell you what you listened to the
Sacred Treasure One man mission – a fascinating story about reviving Welsh chapels – and fascinating it gets such a high profile on the BBC
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…?
I’ve posted before on occasion about the power of music for those battling mental ill-health. Music was a gift to me from very young age
A couple of weeks ago, James Cary invited himself for lunch – and then we hooked up online with our old friend Barry Cooper (now
Happy New Year Y’all! Sacred Treasure Tim Keller wrote a helpfully argued piece for the New Yorker last month: Can Evangelicalism Survive Donald Trump and
I’m not quite sure why I first did this, but started making wordles for U2 albums a while back. So naturally, with a new album
I’ve just seen U2’s performance of Bullet the Blue Sky on last night’s Fallon. Oh. My. God. That’s no expletive. But a prayer. A Prayer
This post is not exactly in the heat of the moment. But because the site for which I wrote the article is no longer in
It’s nearly 10 months since I last did a combo – so here’s the latest. William Cowper is a personal hero – he has featured
There’s a surprising amount of the natural world on Songs of Innocence, just as there was in fact in No Line on the Horizon (the