First of all, I don’t really like open letters. So it’s rare, and strange, to find myself writing one, but my love for you has compelled me.... continue reading
“Who am I?” Our modern culture invites us to ask this all the time. Identity has become fluid or malleable. A century ago, who you were was determined by where you had grown up and who your parents were. You were likely to do the job your mother or father did and live in the same area.... continue reading
This self aware thought was on repeat in my head as my hands cut a clean line of white paint at far too late an hour. ... continue reading
4 ways to rest well as a church planter. ... continue reading
The summer is here, and for thousands of young people across the country (not to mention their less-young leaders), the highlight will be summer camp.... continue reading
My mum taught me to read when I was just 3. Many a pre-school afternoon was spent traipsing up and down the living room floor following footprints decorated with achievable snippets of first language.... continue reading
I remember strapping our new-born son into his car seat, helping my very brave (very sore) wife with her seat belt, and driving our new little family home from the hospital... continue reading
As a Christian, it's tempting to observe the various strands of moral decline around us and conclude that increased secularisation in the West must inevitably bring with it a devastating loss of values.... continue reading
Ever wondered how the words get from a writer's head onto a page of a book and into your hands?... continue reading
“You should really just take a break.” I remember the overwhelming urge to punch him... in the face.... continue reading
