“Mum, they said the guy who did it got a bomb and put it on his body, and that he died too with all those people… why did he do that, Mum?” He wasn’t crying. He didn’t look scared. He was confused. And my heart broke. This wasn’t the plan for today. Today the plan… Read More Our Kid
In the summer of 1994 I watched BBC news reports of the horrors unfolding in Rwanda. A country I had never heard of, very far away. But day after day, the scenes of people pouring over the borders of neighbouring countries to flee the mass killings unfolded on the television screen. I still vividly remember a… Read More The Search for Home
This morning I woke up in a hotel on Romania at 5am UK time. Immediately, I fumbled for my TV remote. To my utter shock the UK had voted to leave the European Union… Well, around 52% of us. I stumbled down the breakfast to discuss with a group of Brits… When I say discuss,… Read More Identity Crisis
This week I wanted to post about the EU referendum, but I had a feeling that I knew someone who could write much better on this subject than I could myself. Therefore, this post is guest-blogged by Oli May. Aside from being my very good friend, Oli is a former law enforcement officer who now… Read More The EU Referendum: What would Jesus think?
I’m expecting an announcement in my church bulletin this week. It will read something very diplomatically put along the lines of, “We gently remind you that there are no planned activities for children are our Sunday evening services and you may wish to consider leaving your children at home”. It will be my children that… Read More The night that glitter glue came to church
It’s early May. Two weeks ago it snowed. But today skies are blue and the temperature is 28 degrees. Classically British, we have pounced on this ‘summer day’, fearing that it might be the only one we get and trying to make sure we do all those summer things in one day – beach, barbecue,… Read More Living Water
I am hopelessly claustrophobic. The back seat of a 3-door car is an impossibility. I sit on the end of the row in any large gathering – church, cinema, lecture theatres. And I sit near the front not because I’m a geek (though I totally am!) or extra holy, but so I can’t see the… Read More Open Space
Anyone who knows me will testify that I do not lack passion. They would tell you that when I believe in a cause I will go the distance, take the necessary action… However dramatic. Aged 16 sitting down in the street during a protest against the Iraq war. Coordinating the staging of a ‘die-in’ outside an… Read More To strike or not to strike?
Have you got a spare room? It doesn’t need to be very big. Or very beautiful. A bed or a sofa bed would do. A small space in the corner of your life for someone who needs it. “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my… Read More Welcome
‘Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of little children’ – William Thackery Mothering Sunday. Pink everywhere. Florists breaking their traditional working hours to trade on a Sunday. On the streets unkempt men walk quickly having ‘just popped out for something’, clutching paper and plastic-wrapped carnations in one hand and a… Read More The Name for God