See a wrong and right it

My brother-in-law, Des, is preparing a 665km kayak trip down the River Murray.  It’s not just his love of kayaking that prompts this venture; there’s been a fire in his belly ever since he visited Kitgum, Uganda, with my sister Janet, who had previously delivered relief to the school and orphanage there, a place ofContinue reading “See a wrong and right it”

Place and Time: Peterson’s Pastoral Imagination

Some of the most evocative reading I’ve engaged over the Christmas/New Year break has been from Eugene Peterson’s The Pastor: a memoir . The development of what he has famously described as “pastoral imagination” is to the fore throughout the telling of his autobiographical pilgrimage. His opening section, Topos and Kairos, I found immediately compelling. TheContinue reading “Place and Time: Peterson’s Pastoral Imagination”

Joy in the midst of tragedy?

Church had a challenge wrestling with the Advent theme of Joy today. Already keenly attuned to this world’s dark places, many were processing the still-fresh news of the Connecticut school shooting tragedy. Today’s worship leader, Linda, was thoroughly tuned in.  As we focused on the Lord’s Supper, itself a connection between the sad sorrow ofContinue reading “Joy in the midst of tragedy?”

Peace is a Pair of Shoes

I love preaching at my church – it opens up so much thoughtful dialogue. This week we tackled the Advent theme of peace in relation to charitable giving. It had been the week of a photo of a NYPD cop buying a pair of shoes for a homeless vagabond. It had gone viral. Something ofContinue reading “Peace is a Pair of Shoes”

Peace is a Pair of Shoes

I love preaching at my church – it opens up so much thoughtful dialogue. This week we tackled the Advent theme of peace in relation to charitable giving. It had been the week of a photo of a NYPD cop buying a pair of shoes for a homeless vagabond. It had gone viral. Something ofContinue reading “Peace is a Pair of Shoes”

Devious Diggers and Wondrous Widows

A couple of old AIF paybooks and a notebook scrawled with addresses of billets  in WWI France came to light in a clean-up the other day. They belonged to my grandfather who died the year before I was born. Handling them  once again gave the sense of missed connection.  From all accounts, he sat lightlyContinue reading “Devious Diggers and Wondrous Widows”