new beginning

Today was a good day.  I was at Priesthill URC in Glasgow.  Priesthill is one of Glasgow’s most deprived areas and is in the midst of a bout of regeneration.  In the middle of the scheme is the church. As you can see, the church is in very poor condition.  Inside it is damp because Read More …

ill informed

I’m fed up with people who don’t know what they are talking about jumping on band wagons because it suits their purposes. Question Time (BBC)  over the past few weeks has seen a whole load of people calling for a referendum on the new European ‘constitution’.  It is painfully obvious that the vast majority of Read More …

be inspired

I know this has been around for a while but TED (Technology Entertainment Design) have been busy updating their content and there’s loads of great new talks to inspire and amaze.  Well worth a look.

The Work of Christmas Begins

When The Song of Angels Is Stilled –  Howard Thurman When the song of the angels is stilled, When the star in the sky is gone, When the kings and the princes are home, When the shepherds are back with their flocks, The work of Christmas begins: To find the lost, To heal the broken, Read More …

When does freedom of speech become oppression?

Tonight saw the Oxford Union surrounded by protesting students.  They were up in arms against the appearance of two right wingers, a politician and and a ‘historian’, at a debate.  So far so good.  But the protesters stopped the debate going ahead.  People protesting against fascism stopped an open, public debate.  I’m sorry but I Read More …

Kant you tell it’s different in church now?

I had Ethics class today at Uni.  A quick spin through feminist and postmodern ethics.  It was hard work but fascinating.  One of the many thoughts that struck me was that these ethical theories explain clearly the differences in Traditional Church and Emerging Church.  I’ll try to explain.  For me the main differences in the Read More …

Remember Them

Frail, old men with weathered hands stand, Alone, lost on the wide sandy beaches, Each turning back his rusty mind clock Piercing the veil of memories When they were young, anxious and terrified, Boy-soldiers in battle fighting for their lives, Experiencing the gamut of fear and death Watching friends died horribly, Scarring their young minds.forever. Read More …