Cultivate love, pursue integrity, practice gratitude, live courageously, commemorate properly. 5 years of reflections at the end of a year, and a half-decade of this blog; yet every year I find myself surprised by what […]
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 […]
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 […]
At the grave of Lazarus, Jesus wept. Even for one who would be raised again. Lament means grieving death in all its forms. It’s an expression of faith – holding pain before God; confessing loss […]
In the past two days, 800+ people have died in the UK from Covid19. Their funerals will be attended only by immediate family members. Many more deaths are expected. In the midst of such loss, […]
Bad poetry seems to be the order of the week friends (sorry). A continuing theme of the last few years has been realising life’s indeterminacy and navigating personal disappointments – both my own and those […]
Cone writes about the crucifixion as a first-century lynching, and about how black people facing the state-endorsed terrorism of lynching identified with Jesus; they, “found in the cross the spiritual power to resist the violence they so often suffered” (p22).
A reflection after the terror attacks in Manchester and London.
I ask, “Is anyone here wearing one green and one orange shoelace?” and a very tell and shy girl will raise her hand, and I will say, “Honey Bear? You are loved and chosen. As is, here and now and always. This is a come as you are system.” The girl (who had just gotten arrested for drunk and disorderly) smiled, blushed, and dipped her head like a swan.