Sadly this isn’t a post about the classic Cher song, sorry to disappoint. Tonight I had the somewhat dubious honour of doing a session at church on ‘wise and creative use of time’. (Gareth if you are reading this you may well be spitting your tea out in amusement, yes I did tell the story [...]
Archive for November, 2008
If I could turn back time…(and other bad songs about time)
Posted in faith musings, tagged refuge, rest, time, TV on November 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
A few steps towards the perfect Saturday.
Posted in Delight in the details, tagged saturday, socks, sunshine on November 22, 2008 | 1 Comment »
1. Go for a storming bike ride on the South Downs (insert your own place of special beauty), marvel at the pretty clouds, sunshine and freezing cold wind ripping through your body.
2. Make soup. Squash, orange and ginger soup. Fry an onion, cut up some squash and make some vegetable stock, cut up a bit [...]
If you have a spare few days…
Posted in General musings, faith musings, tagged asking, L'abri, Questions, reality on November 20, 2008 | 1 Comment »
There isn’t much better, in my far from humble opinion, to do with your time than go to L’abri. That’s pretty much all I have to say. Really. But if you need some reasons…
It’s a place to go and ask honest questions of life the universe and everything, a place to discover answers and discover [...]
Wishing.
Posted in faith musings, tagged abomination, life, power, word on November 10, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Last night I was on a panel of Christians answering questions on why trust the Bible, (believe me I have no idea why I get myself in these situations). I’m not the greatest fan of being on such panels (mainly because of my pride in hating looking stupid in front of people), I generally [...]
Nothing
Posted in General musings, tagged everything, nothing on November 6, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Nothing really to write about. Nothing really. I could write about our shiny new house, with palatial style bathroom, I could write about my new job and all the questions of identity that little number throws up. I could write about elections, Obama and the joy of someone who is a little bit articulate becoming [...]
