It was mid-afternoon when I got the call. Picking up the phone, I was greeted by a friend from a local refugee welcoming centre. Immediately I could tell from the strain in her usually cheerful voice that something was wrong. It didn’t take long for her to explain what it was.
We have spent the last three weeks visiting family in Oman, a busy, modern sultanate located on a peninsula, with Saudi Arabia to the west and the Gulf of Oman and Iran to the north.
Here comes the new year, full of possibilities and promise.
The history of humanity is marked by many walls of empires risen and fallen.
As a Christian living in our increasingly secular and pluralistic nation, I am finding it ever more difficult to distinguish between worship and entertainment.
On November 20, I joined in the celebrations to say farewell and thank you to the dean of Montreal, Paul Kennington, as he returns to London.
This month, the new members of Council of General Synod (CoGS)—who will help govern the church for the 2016–2019 triennium— meet for the first time.
“Truth? What is that?”—Pilate (John 18:38 New Jerusalem Bible).
It had been a long day and I was tired.
God has placed much of our true and full humanity in each and every heart. But we only begin to find it there. God hides fragments of our true and full humanity in other places.