Becoming more

No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same … More

Travelling East

At an event I was at over the weekend a man spoke of losing his 13 year old daughter to … More

Another year – glebe rd

Cultivate love, pursue integrity, practice gratitude, live courageously, commemorate properly. 5 years of reflections at the end of a year, … More

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 … More

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 … More

Lament

At the grave of Lazarus, Jesus wept. Even for one who would be raised again. Lament means grieving death in … More

good friday

In the past two days, 800+ people have died in the UK from Covid19. Their funerals will be attended only … More

they didn’t tell me about the grey

Bad poetry seems to be the order of the week friends (sorry). A continuing theme of the last few years … More

Re-crucifying Christ

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).

Eternity in the Human Heart

A reflection after the terror attacks in Manchester and London.

Two Posts I love from Anne Lamott

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.