When you wake from broken sleep unrested, unresolved, unpicking lies, the weft and warpof love gone awry. When realisation dawnsbright as day, that betrayalcascades through…
Category: Prayer: the cry of the human heart
When people tell me they’re not religious, I’m always interested in what they mean, exactly. Once the conversation unfolds, what I often find is that…
Prayer is a strange and fascinating process. Probably not the same for you as it is for me. Everyone has their own way and ideas…
I wrote this prayer, or cry of the human heart, for an interfaith gathering at the Cathedral of the Holy Spirit in Palmerston North and…
People remember where they were when Martin Luther King and John Kennedy were shot. From here on in, Kiwis will know where they were on the 15th March 2019.…
Over the past few weeks a number of friends and colleagues have experienced the death of someone close to them. Whether the person is famous or…
No matter how hard I trydespite the theology I’ve doneI can’t separate God from the bloke in the skysomewhat disinterestedremoved and impenetrablein league with earthly…
The thing is Godde when I speak to you I find that I’m pretty incoherent. No fancy phrases, or lucid lines as if I’m not…
Oh, Godde, whatever you are and I don’t know; my mum is dying. Maturity disappeared in one phone call when she said, I have something…
Can you close the curtain? Sure. We call them the blue soundproof ones. Yeah, nah, not, it’s an illusion. (He laughs) So, what does God…