Good in Parts

In the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.... That may just possibly be the only thing I can safely s...

Thanks to a run of many funerals, rather less sleep than is helpful and a wonderful but wearing time on the "hook a duck" stall at...

When the day of Pentecost had come they were all together in one place... I love the Acts account of the day the Spirit came...

Nobody likes goodbyes… That’s something I acknowledge whenever I stand with mourners at a funeral. Goodbyes hurt, even when y...

My peace I leave you... not as the world gives Sometimes in reading the gospels it seems there may be some particularly careful editin...

I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, also should love one another. By this everyone wi...

Once upon a time, in my first years out of university, I was part of the choir of St John the Divine Kennington - and it was here that I fir...

Home from On Fire , the AngloCatholic Renewal Conference that I experienced for the first time last year. I blogged about it then - and had...

My sheep hear my voice. I know them, and they follow me.  Today we celebrate vocations Sunday... and in case you were in any doubt, c...

Last week the world was full of Easter joy. Whether you watched rockets knock stars from the sky as the Paschal candle banished the darknes...

Facebook and twitter friends already know that this Lent, in a desperate bid to make myself slow down and listen, I have been taking time ea...