For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.
Something I have learned through my involvement in dramatic arts at various schools is that you cannot predict which children will be good on stage on the basis of how they behave in class. I have seen a boy whose public speaking skills earned him a place at the Junior United Nations Assembly freeze in... Continue Reading →
One of my favourite films is The Truman Show. It tells the story of a young man’s growing realisation that his whole life has been scripted, and he is in fact the unwitting star of a reality television show about his own life. When the creator of the show, Christof, is asked in an interview... Continue Reading →
Tomorrow I turn fifty. It’s not a milestone I’ve dreaded, though I’ve certainly felt its weight approaching. But it’s not the weight of regret. It’s the weight of awareness—of having carried things, for a long time, that were never mine to hold. Of having mistaken anxiety for purpose. Of thinking I had to make something... Continue Reading →
There’s a kind of spiritual theatre that I grew up around—a world where the Holy Spirit arrived with fireworks: tongues and trembling, declarations and deliverance, prophecy and power. You were supposed to feel it. To be moved. To be filled with something electric, uncontainable, divine. And sometimes, people were. I never was. And there were... Continue Reading →
I am a bit of a Thomas. When Thomas was told that Jesus had risen, he refused to believe it unless he could see Jesus with his own eyes, and touch the terrible scars (John 20:24-29). I, too, refuse to accept the Jesus presented to me by the Western church, until I can be certain,... Continue Reading →
