Refugee Support Network (RSN), the education-focused organisation where I’m part of the team, has the opportunity to buy a building which will enable us to grow the breadth and depth of our work with young refugees in the years to come. I wanted to tell you about it and to invite you to join us…
Suddenly I realised that someone was in my personal space. There was a hand on my bag and a voice that seemed to be addressing me. I jumped out of my headphones-in, bus-stop-waiting trance and went into deal-with-emergency mode. Ready to confront a pickpocket or appeal for witnesses, I kicked myself for letting my guard…
This time last year, I marked my birthday with a blog post entitled ‘Help! I’m older than Jesus’. Now, one year older and still here, I marked it with a decision to stop going to events aimed at people in their 20s/30s. Well, that, along with a fun birthday dinner with some quality people.…
Last week I joined thousands of others around the world to ‘live below the line’ (£1 a day for food and drink) to raise awareness and funds for the fight against extreme poverty. Here’s how it went! Pre-challenge prep Tried really hard to rustle up a team of people to do this together. Epic fail. Even my housemate…
(Originally published here on openDemocracy) In the past 5 years, over 500 young people who migrated as lone children have been removed after spending their formative years in the UK. We have a responsibility for their long term safety and flourishing, says Emily Bowerman. A couple of weeks ago, a 19 year old girl called Yashika…
It was Sunday afternoon and, somewhat inexplicably, the bus was heaving. Having squeezed on, I found myself in the last available space; right next to the driver by the front door. We trundled on to Hammersmith, passing by full bus stops until someone needed to get off and we had to pull over. I was…
The ‘Sensing Spaces: Architecture Reimagined’ exhibition at the Royal Academy made me want to 1) become an architect and 2) express the ineffable. I have neither the time nor attention to detail required for the first, but I can give the second a shot. So there I was, at an interactive exhibition which encouraged visitors to respond…
The jazzy presentation bombarded my senses with numbers: numbers of people who’d come to Alpha and numbers of ‘lives changed’; numbers of children in Sunday school and numbers of ‘lives changed’; numbers of people at the Christmas services (with the big name speaker) and numbers of ‘lives changed’. And so on. The local context was…
“As Jesus was walking beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon called Peter and his brother Andrew. They were casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen.” Matthew 4:18 He greeted me with a grin and said that he was glad I was ok. It had been a while. When…
“It could be worse,” said the nurse as she shoved the needle in my arm. “Think of all those poor people in Kabul and Somerset.” I’d just confessed that I was more nervous about my jabs for Afghanistan than I was about the trip itself. But yes, it could be worse. I could be in…
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