When I was seventeen, our church youth group was allowed to lead one of the evening services. We came from two small traditional Anglican churches in neighbouring Oxfordshire villages, but we’d been spending our Easter and summer vacations at massive charismatic youth camps, sleeping in tents for short hours in between all night worship sessions…
I know February is only two or three days shorter than the other months but it always feels about a week less. February has raced by but I am ready for March. Ready because I’ll be taking off to the UK for a blissfully long three weeks to see friends and family and spend a…
I’ve been part of many churches over the years. It all started in a baptist church in South London, where my parents held a chubby bald me as I was dedicated in that community. Then there was the church of my childhood, with it’s uncomfortable pews, cups of weak tea and some of the warmest…
There’s something about pregnancy which opens you to other people’s opinions in a way I’ve never experienced before. Friends and acquaintances had advice on my University choices, my work life decisions, advice when I got engaged and then married. But becoming a mama? It’s like nothing else. All of a sudden it’s as if I…
I had lunch recently with a lovely friend who goes to our church and is in a minority. Ours is an international church so in many ways we’re so wonderfully diverse. But we’re also mostly white, mostly straight and mostly well-off. And so I sat and listened hard. Because I wanted to hear what it…
reading… Jesus Feminist by Sarah Bessey, In the Sanctuary of Women by Jan Richardson, and Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (all three highly recommended). watching… Argo one weekend evening with Rasmus – tense and brilliant. Episodes of Suits and New Girl when I was sick for four days in a row. And SHERLOCK SEASON THREE….
