Outside my window heavenly lights ascend and descend. My pillow is like rock. Shall I build a cairn and carry on? Surely God is at home on Bath Road in London and we can wrestle if I return.
A week ago, ahead of the arrival of our daughter and son-in-law and their two small children for an extended visit, I could be found busily cleaning the house, polishing every surface and making the place sparkle. I don’t know why I bothered. Honestly. How could I have forgotten, having had four of my own? … More Kids and the Kingdom
“Gordon! What a lovely surprise – I didn’t expect to find you here!” I was standing at a reception in the garden at Lambeth Palace, the official London residence of the Archbishop of Canterbury, chatting with a few others who, like me, had been invited to a gathering of international faith representatives. The posh voice … More I can identify
Holland is pretty low. I’m talking sea level low. The ground on which our apartment building is built is somewhere around 2 meters (6 feet) below sea level. The airport, Schiphol, is also entirely below sea level, by about 3 meters – and before the land there was drained the location was once the site … More Low Sky