A bewildering third lockdown of continued working from home and separation from friends seemed reason enough to compile a list of things which I find anchoring and helpful as I navigate this life of ours. […]
Author: Rachel
Thoughts on 2020
This is my fifth (!) end of year post. As is now customary, this year has once again included a house move, and I find myself once again amazed and bewildered by how much can […]
Behold, a new thing
One of the things which has been mentioned to me often by a particular generation of Christians, is an action which happened as part of the Jubilee 2000 campaign, in which people formed a physical […]
2020: the year that wasn’t
When news came that Sheffield was entering into tier 3, nearly a month ago, I really struggled. I’ve been treating this year as a ‘blip’, a crisis to come back from, believing an end has […]
Place.
Incarnation is a hope which is not escapist. I wonder how much of our hope winds up in forms of escapism. This has partly been on my mind with the restrictions of this year. My […]
A Sexually Literate Church
Every church I’ve been a part of over the past few years has always allocated some teaching time within the year to some sort of ‘relationship’ series. The headline of ‘no sex outside of marriage’ […]
“F*** that S***”
This week I watched a webinar organised by the Asian Theological Academy (ATA) and the Asian Forum of Theological Movements, titled ‘I Can’t Breathe: Why We Can’t Hear The Cries And What To Do About […]
summer twenty-twenty
The past couple of months have been a strange time of moving, running up hills, and thinking about another year in Sheffield which looks really quite different to what might have been expected. I am […]
Where there is no vision
Where there is no vision, the people perish. This proverb was quoted by Claire Perry, the ex-COP President fired at the beginning of 2020, in her resignation letter. I have thought of this often in […]
“I saw you looking at me”
Before responding to every post, but this post especially, ask yourself if your response is kind. Sexual harassment can happen to anyone, though it has gendered and racial dimensions. Only the gendered dimension is (implicitly) […]
A first year in Sheffield
I don’t imagine I’m old enough to say that I’m getting used to the years going by. Nevertheless, another year has slipped past and I am reluctant to see it go, blessed as I am […]
The Three Graces of Chronic Not-Wellness
Originally posted on underwhosewings:
Around a year ago, I began a Quest. Admittedly, it was not as exciting as the Chaucerian or Middle-Earth variety, but it was still a long journey that I would, in…
