I grew up on fire for God. I also grew up in a church where my parents didn’t really agree with the Vicar. Sunday lunches became a regular opportunity to unpick the service moment by moment, examine the theology, question the format and style of the service. It was perhaps a little over the top….
Take a deep breath. You can do this. She wrapped her scarf more securely around her and put her hand in her coat pocket to feel the small notes carefully folded there. Another deep breath to beg her racing heart to slow and she stepped out the door. The sky was a dreary grey today…
Ten years ago I arrived in a coastal Scottish town, a cobbled-street windswept place at the end of the road. It’s full of small cottages with low doors and soaring ancient ruins – all in the same deep grey rock. The wind sweeps across the sea from Norway and the golf-pilgrims arrive from America and…
September has been such a full month, but a good one. We were away two weekends, organised two big Serve the City events, and with everything starting back again after the summer, my weeks have been packed with meetings and catch ups. Not that I’m complaining. I’ve found myself in such a good place with…
I had a long afternoon coffee & chat with our pastor yesterday afternoon. He gave me feedback on my two sermons this summer, we chatted over ideas and plans and dipped in and out of some theology. As we were wrapping up, he asked me how he could pray for me. And as I thought…
I get my love of cathedrals from my dad. I can’t walk past one without feeling the tug within me to step inside, walk the cloister and the aisles, step down into the crypt. There’s something about the history held in those stone walls, the myriad individuals who have walked across the same flagstones before…
