Playing Kiss-Chase with God
Advent is not about God being out to get us but instead God’s quest to bring us home
Category: poem
Fiscal Prudence in the Kingdom of God
In Public and Private life many of our ventures fail because we do not completely commit ourselves to them. Commitment to Christ enables all our other loves to be ordered correctly.
Battle Wounds
‘The salvation of my enemy is tied up in my own’ and so even when they attack, malign, or belittle me I must learn to bear their wounds so we may both become whole
The Same Old ‘New & Improved’
The Same Old ‘New & Improved’ Address before the opening of a meeting of the newly elected Felixstowe Town Council Wednesday 15 May 2019 There was a time, when I was much much younger and had no idea what cynicism meant, that I used to be excited about new things. New toys to play with,… Continue reading The Same Old ‘New & Improved’
A Child has Died – in memoriam Jayden Louw
Transgender youth are four times more likely to attempt suicide than their peers. A reflection on the life of a family member who succeeded 😢
A Trysting Place – 40 Days in Brede Abbey – Day 15
Speaking God’s Word hurts, but it also hurts to keep silent. Learning when to speak and when to keep silent is always a Chance to Die.
A Trysting Place – 40 Days in Brede Abbey – Day 12
Living Lent, and our faith fully, is not solely about saying ‘no’ to the things that hold us back but also saying ‘yes’ to the love of God that calls us forward.
God on a Plate
God on a Plate – a poem for Christmas A babe in a manger displacing the hay Oxen and Ass were shuffled away How would they eat? What for a meal? When all that remained was shepherd-made zeal The babe grew to manhood Turned famine to food And fresh water wine Surely this, is something… Continue reading God on a Plate
When Things Fall Apart
When Things Fall Apart Sermon for 18 November 2018 – Second Sunday before Advent St John the Baptist Felixstowe Text: ‘Not one stone will be left here upon another; all will be thrown down.’ (Mark 13.8) God give you peace my sisters and brothers Tomorrow evening, God and SNCF willing, Lesley-Anne and I will be… Continue reading When Things Fall Apart
The Little Sisters of the Hanging Pyx
Too essliy we forget our place and those who are the most importnat in God’s eyes. A poem from Felixstowe may help us recover our memory.
Suffolk Vicar 