The company of strangers

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…

For there is in London

When the emotional strain of the #GBBO semi-final makes you cry, you know that it’s probably time to get a life. That was me the other week. Friday night in London: there must be more out there than last week’s Homeland on our laptops. Off we go to find it. Starting in the Tate Modern’s…

‘Emerging church’. Yawn?

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…