In the hospital ward two men lay in identical beds, hooked up to identical machines, both suffering with identical maladies. Both men were living with, or perhaps dying of, lung cancer.....continue reading
My father was working away and so my mother arranged for my four year old sister and I to record a message for him. It was on an early tape recorder, quite the novelty in it’s day.....continue reading
She’d not had a good start in life. Abandoned at birth, she’d entered the system almost as soon as she’d taken her first breath. Over the years she was occasionally fostered out, but invariably she was soon back in the system. She’d actually been with one family for over a year, and everything had looked good, until breast cancer took one foster parent and grief took the other. After that she was unmanageable. Nobody wanted her. Everything was in her notes, there just wasn’t the money to care.....continue reading
In my experience someone who seeks power falls into one of three categories:....continue reading
She stood in the water before him. It had been a hot summer so far, but the water was cooler than she’d expected. It was also not as clear as she’d have liked. She couldn’t see anything below the surface, although once or twice she’d felt something brush against her leg. Maybe it was a fish. Maybe it was a weed. Maybe it was something bigger, it certainly wasn’t unknown in these parts. She felt a little wary, and stupid. This had seemed like a good idea, despite the trip. Once the thought had got stuck in her head it didn’t seem to shift, and now she was here.....continue reading
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 reading
I 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 reading
When 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 reading
I 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 reading
I’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 reading