I’ve been in Russia at Easter three times, and I’m thankful for the experience of a Russian Orthodox Easter.  I’m thankful for the mysterious pageantry of the Easter vigil, the priests in their gold and white robes, engaged in a…

Re-reading yesterday’s post today I realise how quickly I slipped out of ‘thankful’ mode into ‘appraisal’ mode.  Thursday’s post was a ‘thank you’ letter, that came from a place of gratitude and shone a light on the people who had…

Durham saw me falling in love with the Anglicans.  At university I volunteered to help out in a church in an ex-mining village a few miles away from the monumental beauty of Durham Cathedral, where I matriculated amongst the hoards…

Lest I should seem ungrateful for all that the Church in its various shapes, sizes, flavours and locations has given me, here’s a ‘thank you’ letter to all the churches that created spaces where over the years I have met…

I don’t mean ‘Carry On Church’ as in the slapstick films of the 1960s and 70s, although that’s a thought to conjure with… I mean ‘carry-on church’ as in ‘carry-on luggage’ – the only luggage you’re encouraged to take now…