The Hearth of Mopsus

'Whenever I see  Badbury Rings I think of childhood picnics', commented my friend Archangel Janet on these pictures. Mum and I wer...

A day after Ash Wednesday, the little bowl of ash I took to the Infants School yesterday is a bit dry. The attendances at the services in ...

It wasn't the usual troublemakers disturbing the good residents of Swanvale Halt yesterday evening, but their parson. Going out to vis...

The tragic and awful post-mortem shaming of Jean Vanier opens up again the question of how apparently deeply spiritual people go wrong. At...

Over on another social media platform, Fr Robin Ward, the principal of my old theological college, decided boldly to wade into the matter...

My mind, still trying to process the attitudes I encounter online, turns to my friend Dr TransHuman who got into the newspapers a few da...

At some point I'll be able to write something upbeat here - but not today! A few months ago I put together a short pamphlet on the rel...