Good in Parts

About 15 years ago, when I was setting off in my first incumbency, I was sent on a training day about change. I can’t remember much of th...

By way of an introduction. Ever since Lockdown started, I've wondered why I wasn't writing. I love  writing.  I've no partic...

If a week is a long time in politics it is almost immeasurable in this extraordinary season. Though it’s only 7 days since Mothering Sunda...

I wonder if it has ever occurred to you that, when we gather to worship week by week, we do so in celebration of a love story. Sometimes th...

Every four years, when this predictable but somehow unexpected gift of a day comes round, I determine to use it well.  Perhaps this year I...

"Lord, let me know mine end, and the number of my days" sang the visiting singers tonight's Ash Wednesday Eucharist. Choir h...

Welcome to Ordinary Time. After the high celebrations of the past weeks we are back again in the green and growing season, with a focu...

Almost exactly a year ago, I was privileged to pray at the Western Wall in Jerusalem. Amid many profound experiences in an extraordinary pi...

Why are you here? No, I'm not indulging in a little existential angst on a Sunday morning. I genuinely wonder why you are HERE. I w...

I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year  'Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown. Familiar words, ...