i thought i was done

a bastardisation of a recurring theological conversation about forgiveness… who knew there was more to forgive? the pain was easiest the skin doesn’t remember the force of a slap once its imprint fades and once the nerves stop sending their chaotic signals to the brain the ache eases and the bruise leaves just a shadow…

this is the moment

[for E, with love] This is the moment that all of faith and love has been preparing you for and we stand here with you at the edge of the life you would never choose to live looking into its unknown darkness and wondering how to step forward in awe of the task and of…

go there instead

i’ve been writing, writing, writing… everywhere but here. i have 15000 words which are the beginnings of a book about the work we do in prisons. I’m at that quagmired stage. The best editor I’ve worked with said to me once, ‘when you think a sentence you’ve written is clever, you need to go back…

doublespeak

I suspect I’ll regret posting this, but i’ll throw it up anyway. It’s time for a confession. I have this unhealthy obsession with uber-fundamentalist christian blogs. It began a few years ago when i realised that i didn’t get what people in the emerging church were emerging from, and where the fights about theology were…