I live on the nubbin of a street. While there are 90-something houses on my street, a chasm created by a highway leaves a cosy enclave of ..
It was a hoodie-kind-of-morning when I tested the weather out of the car door with an arm. I put on the jumper and made my way to the star..
I’ve retreated to New Norcia this weekend – a monastic town a couple of hours north of Perth by car. I come here often for quite reflectio..
I haven’t written much lately, but I’ve been reading, talking, listening, and thinking plenty. Stuff too tentative to publish and too mudd..
In the first year of our marriage, Michael had a Husband of the Year idea that we would get out of town for one weekend a month. Of course..
In the first days after I had given my life to Jesus, I was very quiet about the event. I did not have a ‘running-around-the-streets, hera..
Occasionally, on a Monday evening, I run down a stretch of Canning Highway. Those few hundred metres take me past the Christadelphian Hall..
There’s a tongue-twisting tale in the first half of the Bible with life and death consequences.
The potted version of this story, which..
‘She’s from just from a churchy family, and that’s the way they think and what they choose to believe. Let it go. That’s just how she was ..
When I was singing and leading at a larger, multi-service church, we went through a phase of establishing additional campuses. “One church..