I might be wrong. But I have a theory. The way we do Christmas is an attempt to bring God’s promised new world into this broken one.Read More
O Holy Night is my favourite Christmas carol. I love the middle of the first verse: A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious dawn ‘Weariness’ is the right word for our times.Read More
We’ve got to get out of here. The thought pounds through Somira’s whole body. She shivers behind a bush, clutching her son to her side, shielding him from the heat of the flames.Read More
I’d never seen a coffin the size of my daughter’s – one small enough to need only a single pallbearer. Her Father.Read More
Humans hope. We’re constantly looking forward to tomorrow. To next year. To when we have this, or that. Our hope is in what’s coming.Read More
Fashion designer, Kate Spade committed suicide on Wednesday.
Sadly, it’s a story we know too well. Success. Money. She had it all. But couldn’t carry on.Read More