The danger of isms
It sounds as if it should be the first line of a nonsense poem: ‘The danger of isms and and zations and ises – all human deceptions in different disguises!’ My new role gives me responsibility for encouraging others to…
Sneaking a peek over God’s shoulder to see what He is up to: thoughts on future church
Sneaking a peek over God’s shoulder to see what He is up to: thoughts on future church
It sounds as if it should be the first line of a nonsense poem: ‘The danger of isms and and zations and ises – all human deceptions in different disguises!’ My new role gives me responsibility for encouraging others to…
I went to work today asking God to help me treat each person as though they were unique, precious, and beautiful. It did make a difference. Somehow it created space between me and the ever-growing ‘to do’ list. This might…
What’s all the activity for? Why do we as members of the church spend so much time doing stuff? There are so many spheres of activity, so many worthwhile events and initiatives, so many vital meetings, countless services of worship,…
So today I went out pioneer-hunting. Jesus may have sent Peter and the disciples to fish for people, but I think he’s sent me to fish for pioneers. Or if I can choose a different metaphor, he’s sent me to…
A friend was driving to work listening to Radio 2 and Adele began singing ‘Hello’. My friend, who had heard the song a number of times before, found herself overcome with emotion as she heard God’s voice reach out to…
Today was a day of story-telling. We’re a new team made up of members of older re-shaped teams, as well as completely new members. One member was new today and some are new-ish. But today was the first day of…
It’s been than two years since my last post. If you’re still subscribed, thanks! I don’t know why I haven’t been posting – probably just lacking capacity, and then you lose confidence. I’ve challenged myself to get back on the…
In this wintertime of violence and hatred In this wintertime of bloody execution In this wintertime of meanness and closedness In this wintertime of ignorance and fear We pray for a springtime flowering of tenderness and compassion We pray for…
This post about public school in America, its industrial roots and lack of connection with the nature of contemporary society gives clues to how we might train people in theological colleges, how we ‘do’ mission and church, and how we…
This poem has taken more than a decade to come of age. I found the archeological remains literally on the back of a torn, empty A4 envelope a few weeks ago, and this evening inspiration has flown in from wherever…