Earlier this year I attended a weekend camp where the students I teach had been wearing retro. Their retro is fashion of my youth. They look like the characters in Friends. Mules,
floral prints, printed t-shirts and 501’s are back. Perhaps not evidence for the circle...
I often break the ice with people who meet me for the first time by telling them I think I am the only Anglican minister who has ever sat a bra fitting exam and gained 100%. It breaks down expectations of who and what an Anglican minister might be. And yet as I reflect...
Watching “Love Actually” has become a Christmas tradition for many. Why? It mixes the rawly honest – a faithful sister who gives up her chance at love and the unfaithful husband who squanders love – with the improbably wonderful - the Prime Minister of Britain finds lo...
One Saturday I remembered the story of the Good Samaritan but failed it. I failed it because I had remembered it but I had not known that the Good Samaritan depends upon a particular view of time. How can you fail a story you might ask? Let me explain.
I hear my mother’s voice in mine, “Say you’re sorry.” I hear my voice in my child’s, “Sorrryyyyy” – you know the tone. An ability to say the word and make it devoid of any meaning. It has been forced and it is said to get out of trouble. It is a word and nothing mor...
He had said he would go on the roller coaster. A 10 year old boy with a personality that preferred the safe rather than the risky. It had been a decision made with the encouragement of his Uncle. The bar that would lock us in was about to be pulled down and His eyes we...
