I’m in a position of a little bit of power in my workplace – not as much as what’s assumed by others, more than what’s assumed by me. Probably many of us are in that space. It’s great. And it’s bloody hard. I’ve been thinking a lot about the place of women in organisations –…
if I’m honest and for this minute I can be it’s all about power the power I have to prove my rightness is the same power I have to let it go. so I do.
i just realised that in my imagination the wilderness is always somewhere else; a foreign landscape i actively have to enter in the act of being faithful. truthfully, the wilderness is always where i am right now and faith is the courage to stay with it when i’d rather pretend i am anywhere else.
I was asked yesterday, by someone who likes categories, ‘what I am’. I am agnostic at my centre, I replied, with Christian leanings. Which makes sense of why Lent is my favourite time of year. This is a random stream of consciousness to mark its beginning. Here we are at the beginning of the journey…
A taster for the FX-MSM conference that I’m doing some stuff at in a couple of weeks. It goes alongside this Francis Alys video Faith works in many ways. When we make the mistake of thinking it comes only by divine intervention and we wait for the sandstorm, ferocious and massive or for the landslide…
I have been in the prisons regularly over the Christmas / new year period. It’s been intense, exhausting, and good. Yesterday was my fourth service in 10 days, and i was more than bored with the sound of my own thoughts, so I ditched what I’d prepared and went off the cuff. I told the…
a gathering for Sunday 29th, when I’m in the prison: We gather in the aftermath of Christmas to pray for the miracles that the world is still waiting for: we gather in faith that from ripped up wrapping paper and torn up dreams, God can build a world that keeps hope alive we gather in…
I’ve always thought that the virgin birth was just a distraction from the real and utterly unbelievable miracle of Christmas: that love survives its birth in the world. That it survives even when fear and hatred and cynicism would put it to its death. That love still lives today.
May our anger at the injustice of the world not be mollified by the anticipation of unwrapping espresso makers and Pandora charms may our despair at politics of fear and hatred not be drowned out by Christmas carols that tell only of happiness and joy and may our belief in Christmas miracles not leave us…
This one’s for the Melbourne Assessment Prison where I’m starting to lead worship in a couple of weeks time.. two weeks’ of impending annual leave are making the writing process pretty rough – but i think that’s the new reality anyway. I really love doing worship in the prison. It’s the most gracious and generous…
