Forty-Two For Douglas Adams it was the number that provided the answer to life, the Universe and everything. Of course, just to prove that life was utterly meaningless, the question which gave the answer was, “What is 6×8?” For me, 42 holds a much more important significance than it ever could have for Adams’ joke. … Read More →
It is now two weeks since that fateful day in Norwich Cathedral when the Bishop, having assured us that we would feel the weight of our responsibility, proceeded to compress our spines as much as possible when he placed his hands on our heads, and proclaimed us Deacons in the Church of England. Whatever else … Read More →
If it is true that ‘sorry’ is the hardest word to say, then I would argue that forgiveness is the hardest word to do. An Illustration One of those life defining moments occurred for me when I was 18. It was Remembrance Sunday 1987, and I had only just heard the news about the Enniskillen … Read More →
It was quite a revelation to me to discover that a young, Pagan, and mildly agoraphobic new friend would have more to teach me about confessing my flaws than any Christian. Over the past few months I have been struggling with some larger questions that are, I suppose inevitably, linked to my reaching 39 years … Read More →
