On birthdays, and seeing myself as I am.

I had my birthday early last month. For many years, I was ambivelent at the least, and occasionally super hostile when my birthday rolled around. I’d not enjoyed growing older, and birthdays brought out my worst securities and fears of not being liked or loved. I rarely planned parties for fear that no one would…

Coming out of Hiding

We sunk into the sofas in the lounge in the pause between evening prayers and dinner – the delicious smell already drifting down the hallway from the kitchen towards us – and watched the light fade from the sky outside, the darkness approaching steadily from the North Sea to the east. He was not who’d…

Dwell

There’s this moment in the story of Jesus: it’s early in his ministry. He’s barely begun. But his cousin John, the infamous camel-hair wearing, honey-eating wilderness preacher, has pointed him out to his own disciples and said, “There. He is the one to watch.” And so it happens that Jesus looks behind him as he…