The Hearth of Mopsus

For every expression of Christianity that gives the impression believers ought to be bouncily cheerful at al times and anything else implies...

The new-ish contemplative service on the third Sunday evening in the month was over. I've been trying this since September: there are ve...

Raven (who used to be Cylene, keep up) now lives considerably up the Rhondda Valley and so I don't see them very often. Yet it's sur...

In fact all the Easter services went rather well apart from a confusion about hymn numbers on Sunday ('I feel like a bingo caller', ...

'Everywhere the glint of brass', as Howard Carter didn't say. Brass polishing is a Holy Week job which is not my province alone ...

Holy Week at Swanvale Halt wouldn't happen without lots of people doing and arranging things, and discussions with colleagues makes the ...

Over the months since it came out, I was the very least important person pouring scepticism on last year's Bible Society report 'The...