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…
This post was originally published with the title ‘Are we just here for a better life?’ on the Threads blog here. Click through to Threads to join the ensuing discussion there… 311 African migrants recently drowned seeking peace and safety in Europe. For once, there was public outcry, and the calls for justice and compassion…
It’s been a busy month with no time to write, so I’m migrating some old posts across from another blog that I thought I’d have the capacity to write as well. That was optimistic. This one was originally published on Breathe, a Christian network for simpler living. Enjoy! It started off so well. Two…
Is anyone else bored of this ‘emerging church’ malarkey? As with many words which used to excite me (‘missional’, ‘incarnational’, ‘holistic’ etc etc), this has rather lost its pizzazz, which perhaps says more about my fickleness than the speed at which innovation becomes institution. The point is I wasn’t enthralled by the prospect of this…
“Are you really ok, Milly?” Hannah asked me last Saturday; a question which stemmed from her reading of my blog. To be fair, if you judged me solely on my blog you’d think I was a lonely moaner who did nothing but ponder life in a melancholy kind of a way. Perhaps I need some more posts which…
Saturday evening. Sitting on the bus. Pouring rain. Wet jeans. Leaking boots. Cold. It’s already got properly dark after one of those days when it never even got properly light. Feeling sorry for myself. Hallelujah for the Lord God Almighty reigns, sings Tim Hughes joyfully. Skip. How can I keep from singing your praise? enthuses…
Greenbelt was where I’d hoped to be last weekend. Sitting eating Goan Fish Curry in the balmy afternoon sunshine, sipping chai in the Tiny Tea Tent from an unhygienic mug, listening to Shane Claiborne inspire me to live in community, and bumping into random people who I hadn’t seen for years. Instead, due to the…
I was so desperate to leave church by midday but couldn’t work out why. I sent round a flurry of texts hoping to find at least one friend who was actually in London. Someone who required minimal effort, who was fun to be with, who could cheer me up, and who got me. Thank goodness…
Well, not quite so gloriously bright, actually. But hey. It was Easter morning and we were up first thing, umbrellas and all, to sing the songs that awaken the dawn. That sense of yawny excitement that comes when your alarm rings just that little bit too soon; forever associated with early morning flights and the…
Yesterday, I set off to South London optimistically, still in my London honeymoon period. I glared at the rude car drivers who didn’t stop for me at Zebra crossings on my walk to the bus stop, then promptly forgave them because the driver behind grinned at me and the sun was shining. I put up with the slow…
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