Jesus was a refugee. How can we worship one refugee and turn our backs on others? 

I, like you, am heart broken by the picture of 3 year old Aylan washed up on the beach in Turkey. Perhaps it is because I first saw the picture 3 seconds after looking into the face of my 3 month old son and feeling sick at the thought of being that poor child ‘s father. His father survived the sinking of the boat they hoped would save them from terror. I’m sure he wishes he hadn’t. I cannot imagine the turmoil he is in. I, like you, am sickened by the language of much of our media who seem … Continue reading Jesus was a refugee. How can we worship one refugee and turn our backs on others? 

How to be hypocrite like me.

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‘There was incident at school today,’ I said to my mother (to the best of my memory).

Always one for the dramatic I chose that sentence and the longer than natural pause that followed it. I proceeded to tell my mother how a group of boys from school had backed me into a corner full of intent Continue reading “How to be hypocrite like me.”