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…

I heard that a friend has taken up sleeping for Lent.  She read that sleep is a form of worship because when we sleep we acknowledge God is in control and can manage without us.  It’s an expression of our…

I’m a great fan of just dropping Godstuff into the conversation.  If God is part of your mental wallpaper, and you’re the sort of person who allows a stream of consciousness out of your mouth, then God will occasionally appear…