The Bible, which talks of the God I know, is full of people who struggle, who get it wrong, who misunderstand, who get depressed, who are far from perfect. I fit into that crowd. I can know their God.
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God in the bushes {guest post}
I left the church with its high walls and holy curtains. And the steps away are hard. I do not want to leave the home I have known. I do not want to be in the wilderness.
Left Behind
We were at the back of the hall, both of us, huddled up, our backs against the wall. Her coat smelt faintly of the secret cigarette she’d smoked before she came in.
Things I have learnt from #femfest
I’ve loved taking part in feminisms fest this week, and have really appreciated thinking this issue through with others. There have been some great posts all linked up in the sites below, so do check them out: JR Goudeau – feminisms and me (stories of feminism) From two to one – why does feminism […]
Women Bishops: the real issues
The Press this week is full of derision for and condemnation of the Church of England, following the failure of the motion for Women Bishops in General Synod this week. It needed to reach a two-thirds majority in all three of the houses in order to be passed. It reached a two-thirds majority in the […]
I love the Church of England
My family is crazy, and they drive me mad. They make me madder and hurt me more than anyone else can. But don’t you dare criticise my family. You don’t have the right. They are mine to criticise and I’ll defend them to the hilt. ***** It has been a strange sort of week. We […]
On women bishops
I hesitate to write this, and I told myself that I would not step into this debate on this particular platform. I know that I am at risk of alienating dear friends as I write this, and that the stakes are high on both sides. I would very, very much appreciate it if you would […]
When God’s love language is serving
I don’t remember when it was – perhaps four or six months after the birth. I remember the place – sitting across from Jon, my arms on the big oak dining table, eating a tired dinner with tears. “Why aren’t you mad at God?” I asked him. “You are going through all of this, just […]
