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Continue reading →: Sickness, worry…and the glory of God.Last week, my dad had a heart attack. I got the call from my mum around tea time on Wednesday, and so I hastily finished up at work, and headed straight over to the hospital where he’d been admitted. It was a funny old drive – an hour away –…
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Continue reading →: A story about the perfect dressFor a few weeks now I’ve been earnestly searching for ‘the perfect dress’ for a special event; right style, right colour, right budget. It’s been a bit of a palaver (yeah, First World problems, I know). I had my eye on one in a department store but it was pretty…
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Continue reading →: The day I met Max Clifford.Max Clifford, ‘publicist to the stars’ was jailed today, for historic sexual assaults on young women. A few years ago, I met him and had a lengthy (pretty interesting) chat. Shortly before this, he’d written an article for Third Way magazine, which in a nutshell, said that ‘Jesus needed new…
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Continue reading →: Confessions of a cynic…I confess, religious cynicism has me in its bony grip. I’m not a cynic about God or his astonishing power, but I do tend to run, like a wailing banshee (whatever a banshee is) from any kind of fad or ‘God-will-listen-if-you-pray-THIS-way’ philosophies. Despite it all, I try to keep (at…
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Continue reading →: Noah, the movie. Watching it won’t kill you.Last night, I was at the UK Premiere of Noah. I admit I’ve taken a huge interest in this film and in the many vigorous online discussions around it. I’ve read loads of blogs and (to be honest) felt a smidge of irritation each time I read a comment which…
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Continue reading →: A soppy love story
I’ve been thinking this week about Ruth…the one in the Bible. I read the story again this morning and I was gripped…I tell you, those Bible writers knew how to tell a good yarn. Ruth was a survivor. She’d left her home to move in with her husband and his…
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Continue reading →: Buried by avalanche….still breathing.“What if psychiatrists came up with a different language to describe the suffering of people who troop into their consulting rooms every day? Instead of diagnosing a young woman with ‘borderline-personality disorder,’ how about ‘lost in the realm of the fluttering leaves’? Instead of ‘depression,’ how about ‘buried by avalanche,…
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Continue reading →: A crashed plane in Kenya…and water in the desert.
About 7 or 8 years ago, when I worked for an aid agency, there were terrible reports filtering through of a looming food crisis in Turkana, Northern Kenya. Turkana is a really dry and arid place (one of the hottest parts of Kenya…and trust me, that’s HOT!) and the chief…
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Continue reading →: We don’t keep secrets…
So, thanks to my friend/colleague (Frolleague??) Berni Dymet, I read a blog post this week on the subject of bullying. It was the story of Peter Pilt, a man whose family has experienced cyber-bullying, and in the post, he chatted pretty honestly about how they handled it together as a…
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Continue reading →: Baby steps and sloppy kissesLast weekend, I got to hang out with my godson. He’s nearly one, is taking his first few steps and cutest of all, his mum is teaching him how to give kisses and cuddles. He hasn’t quite mastered kisses yet…he makes ‘O’ shapes with his mouth and sort of smudges…
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