The Black Map Dear friends, I was on the phone at the weekend to a former colleague, who lives in Yorkshire. She is in her eighties, and was telling me about her favourite uncle, who was a solicitor, and who during the war drove ambulances for the British Army. “I only found out after he had died that he’d been one of…
An Ezekiel Moment. Dear friends, As Israelis and Palestinians dust themselves off, and see what shape and direction life and circumstances hold for them, separately or together, there is a corporate holding of breath amongst those who care in the international community. Is there a will for peace? Or will the men of violence find a way to shoot the white dove…
The Beta Candidate Dear friends, You may have been wondering why, until now, I’ve made no comment about the resignation of the Archbishop of Canterbury. The whole sorry affair is an object lesson in many different ways, and far more complicated than can be simply surmised here. I can tell you that I have never met Justin Welby, or spoken to him,…
The Unseen Way Dear friends Warm greetings to you all for this new year. I do hope 2024 treated you kindly, and that you found faith, hope and charity among the many gifts of God through the days now past. As the world appears to be able to offer very little besides gloom and woe, it seems right to remind you all…
The Best Time Dear friends, It is the Eve of the Christ Mass. In this time of noise, and not a little chaos, there is yet, amidst all the shouting and clamour, a still, small voice. The baby’s cry, that can reach a mother’s heart, the whisper of God on the night air. Footsteps across the hillside, a light in the distance,…
Day by Day Dear friends As the winding early road of Advent morphs into a four lane motorway, candles are lit with seeming abandon, and, in this week, the school term comes crashing to an end, (to the relief of teachers, and the possible dismay of parents), I invite you to consider Advent in a fresh way. Most of our contemporary approach…
Devices and Desires Dear friends, No, it’s not a shorthand for a Christmas list, but a pithy reminder that we “follow our heart” sometimes to our own peril. The devices in this instance being those schemes of selfishness that can be found coiled like a dragon in the darker corners of our person, – rather than the electronic “devices” held in our…
Waiting to be lit Dear friends, It is the opening week of Advent. The first candle of the Advent ring was kindled on Sunday, and we prayed for the light of the world to come into our darkness. The expectation is heavy, and there is much to be done to be ready. Like our hearts, most of the Advent ring remains unlit,…
Walk in the light. Dear friends, In the days when he was just a simple “Parish Development Advisor” in the Oxford Diocese, Stephen Cotterell, (now Archbishop of York) came to speak to a Henley Clergy Quiet Day. Advent was underway, and he took as his theme the “four last things” – of heaven, hell, death and judgement. I still remember the…
Scars and bruises Dear friends We each of us bear the marks of our existence, both in our spirit and in our flesh. The longer the time we are granted on this earth the more of these testimonies we accrue. Some are given to us – like war wounds – and some we choose to carry ourselves. Everyone’s story is unique and…