Pain has always been a requisite for life. Our evolution over the long ages to become the creatures we are today rests on suffering which drives the further biological refinements necessary to be ever more fit to a changing environment. Without pain, no adaptation, no fitness to the environment, no survival. As such, pain and … More On pain, injury and forgiveness.
The pendant of my necklace is a silver Spanish cob in the denomination of 1 Real, a coin about the size of a penny. Here is its story, and mine. In 1545, just over fifty years after Europeans first set foot on the land masses they would later come to know as the Americas, a … More Silver Cob
On the Feast of St. Stephen we traveled to St. Paul’s on the Metropolitan line, feeling just a wee bit awkward and self-conscious with our new backpacks and our homemade walking sticks. After a few photos on the steps of the Cathedral we joined the other tourists for the midday Eucharist. A tall, unhappy-looking young … More Canterbury
Draw a circle on a piece of paper. Go on, gentle reader, just indulge me for a minute or two. Any piece of paper will do, any poorly drawn circle. This circle represents the unity of God. As you learned in geometry class, even though there are only 360 degrees in a circle, there are … More Trinity
Seventy-five million passengers pass through London Heathrow every year! Seventy-five thousand workers find their employment there! Oh the humanity! On my very first day of airport chaplaincy, nearly 20 years ago at Amsterdam Schiphol Airport, doing a placement as the student of a theological college, I was left alone to be the host of the … More The Boundaries of Inclusion
There was another procession into Jerusalem that Spring, one that escaped the pen, but certainly not the notice, of the Gospel writers and their early readers. As the city geared up for the festival season, its population swelling five-fold until every spare room, every nook and cranny, was filled with valuable rent-paying, weary and contented … More Lampoon
“Excuse me!” cried a desperate voice from behind. Paul, lead chaplain for Heathrow’s Terminal 2, and I both turned to see a family – mother, father, adolescent son – hurrying toward us across the concourse, dragging an assortment of hand luggage with them, the woman waving a piece of paper in the air. “We checked … More The Small Thing