He was rich.
His brother was poor.
Perhaps Charles Trentworth might have reached out to help his brother had he known where he was, or even who he was. They’d been separated when they were so very young. Charles had been two, Harry three, when their mother had died. Now he only vaguely remembered his sibling; a shock of dark hair and a mischievous smile. Not much to go on, and in those days records were poor. He could be anywhere.
....continue readingI love thin places. Not just the great cathedrals that were built on the sites of ancient temples or places of worship, but the thin places of any tradition.
....continue readingWhen I was a Jehovah’s Witness I spent time knocking on doors. Admittedly as little time as I could get away with, but some of it was inevitable. Most people rejected me. Some did so politely, and some with a slammed door. Having someone shout at you was almost a badge of honour, ‘suffering’ for the Kingdom of God.
....continue readingI knew I had to go to college and study theology. I wasn’t sure why. After all, I didn’t want to be a pastor. People piss me off. But I did feel the need to go and study.
....continue readingI’d been in the USA for a year. I was lonely and thought that a cat would help keep me company. Chris was OK with the idea, as long as we could find one that had personality, that would be a part of the family and not just an occasional lodger.
....continue readingLouise thought that God hated her. After all, she was a lesbian. More than that, she’d left her Baptist Church because she couldn’t handle the pain of living a lie. She found solace, even a measure of joy, in the arms of a very pretty dental technician called Alice. And actually, against all the odds, it was becoming serious.
....continue readingThe pastor was new and wanted to teach his congregation about the radical love of God. And so he told them a story;
....continue readingMatthew 4:1-4 I’d fed on it all my life. The teaching of those I respected. I had been weaned on the stuff. It sat heavy in my heart. It disagreed with me. Yet all around me it was the staple diet. And then one day I saw. It was not bread at all. Stones. More […]
....continue readingMark 12:28-31. My father called me to let me know he was sending me something special and I should keep an eye on the post. Mail from my father was rare. Actually in the ten years I’d been state side I’d never received anything. I was excited! He sent me religious literature condemning who I […]
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