I count among the people who have given me so much in my life's journey so far French, Swiss, Belgians, Congolese, Iraqis, Austrians, Germans, Spanish, Hungarians, Greeks, Irish, Kenyans, Burundians, South Africans, Zimbabweans, Zambians, Finns, Armenians, Americans, Jamaicans, Trinidadians and Canadians. And that is just off the top of my head - I am sure …
Category: change
Hope and her daughters
On the Changing Attitude Facebook page, a recent post has pointed to a Guardian article about the guidance given to Synod members in their forthcoming Shared Conversations. Comments on this have revealed quite a sharp disagreement between those who are feeling optimistic about change coming in the church, and those who suspect the whole exercise …
Shared Conversations – Talking in Circles
Getting together with fifty or so other people, only a few of whom you already know, to talk about sex and religion for three days is, frankly, not something that any sane person would really want to do. We did it because the Church of England has decided the way forward over the issue of …
Staying Put – a blog from 2008
Sometimes I get twitchy and let myself get drawn into a flurry of speculation and exploration of jobs other than the one I am doing at the time. Now, it is a hard business to judge when it is right to be looking at other things to be doing, and it is certainly the case …
Waiting for someone to sort it out – a blog from 2009
There is a good deal of chatter and not a little activity among some evangelicals about "false teachers"and the need to purify and re-reform the church. It is focused of course by the Bishop of New Hampshire's existence and by the determination of the diocese of New Westminster in Canada to provide liturgical rites for …
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Two types of abuse
We were going to get the train and were the only people on the down escalator at Leicester Square. On the up escalator was a line of people. As we started down, we began to hear a man on the other side muttering "Queers". He looked at me as we passed, then started shouting repeatedly, …
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