There’s a distinct nausea which is becoming a more frequent occurrence when I see a headline on climate change. I now actively decline reading anything overly familiar to avoid how numb it will make me […]
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 […]
stories we tell about who we are, tethered to now, they sing of tomorrow their being is here, telling of there. As far as word association goes, ‘future’ is to ‘dream’ as ‘past’ is to […]
This week I received news which means I am likely to be moving up north to Sheffield from September. This has come in same week as celebrating the formal end of my grad scheme. It […]
Life has, for all its horror, been found by God to be worth dying for.
Optimism reflects a hopefulness and confidence for the future- the idea that good will always prevail over evil.
A different sort of race to run.
A long while ago now, I read an article about someone whose brother had died,
“There’s a phrase,” she says, “‘the situation is hopeless, but not serious’. That’s how I see life, and all these things that are just dreadful. If you don’t laugh at them, you would curl up in a heap and wail.”
The greatest has come – to serve and love and share life with the least. The author has written Himself into the story.
from the anthology ‘haphazard by starlight’
A little look back at the last couple of months…
A reflection after the terror attacks in Manchester and London.