The Second Sunday of Easter
I do not wish to be morose at this Easter time – and I don’t think I am in chocolate withdrawal – but there does seem to be a lot of death around. I noticed it at the First Aid course I attended at…
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The Resurrection of Our Lord
Earlier this year the news came from South Africa that 3 funeral companies were suing a pastor regarding his stunt of raising a dead man from the coffin because the funeral companies believed themselves to have been played off against each, duped, and suffered…
Seventh Sunday of Easter
I was in A&E for quite a few hours. All rooms were occupied and beds were in hallways inching along one wall then the next wall like aeroplanes waiting to lift off. I was standing next to a bed talking and getting out of…
Fifth Sunday of Easter
I am swimming currently – not drowning … yet! – in a sea of data protection. The new world of GDPR (General Data Protection Regulation) comes into being 25th May and to be compliant and to use the data currently held, things have to…
Fourth Sunday of Easter
15 minutes. That’s what I’ve given myself to write this. Never done anything like this before and wonder whether I’ll have to stop mid sent- … Sometimes the weeks get on top of you and sometimes at the beginning of the week you…
Third Sunday of Easter
Hilary Mantel, in last year’s Reith Lectures, said: As soon as we die, we enter into fiction. Just ask two different family members to tell you about someone recently gone, and you will see what I mean. Once we can no longer speak for…
Second Sunday of Easter
In my Easter sermon I asked the questions: Do you want to be a Christian? Do you want to be a Muslim? Do you want to be a Hindu? Do you want to be a Buddhist? And the replies were a resounding ‘No’ and…
Easter
Last week I mentioned that my phone was dying – almost on life support with its constant need to be plugged into the wall for intravenous electricity. I’m sorry to say that my phone died. No matter how many times I tried an electronic…
The Fifth Sunday of Easter
It was one of those incidental conversations that happen at the back of an airplane. Old(er) men walking and stretching; a camaraderie in avoiding thrombosis. We struck up a conversa-tion and it wasn’t too long before I was in a world of international development…
The Second Sunday of Easter
I am speaking to you but you have no idea where I am. Where I am right now. (To be fair, I only have a hunch about where you are when you’re reading this.) You know the hemi-sphere and the country of my whereabouts…