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 … Continue reading 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 … Continue reading The Boundaries of Inclusion
Anyone who takes the time to survey the world of airport chaplaincy with anything more than a passing interest will soon discover that there are as many different varieties of chaplaincy as there are airports. Every airport has a unique set of characteristics: its physical location, size, the nature of local businesses, passenger & cargo … Continue reading For people of all faiths…and those of none.
The year I spent in Texas was pretty much the worst year of my life. Reed Junior High School had an Eighth Grade class of over 500 students - the school I moved away from had 20 - and I was completely overwhelmed by the scale of it, confused as well by a Texas culture … Continue reading Jude
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 … Continue reading Lampoon
Uxbridge bus station exchange: Three women animatedly speaking Polish. A young man has had enough and approaches them: "Speak f*cking English!" he says loudly. The women stop, quietly sizing him up together. Then they turn back to each other and one says to the others, but loud enough for all to hear: "F*cking English." They … Continue reading Random II
The year, I'm guessing, was 1973. And it must have been late in the year because I remember the threat of rain throughout the day; Brasilia's dry season had come and gone. At the Summer Olympics the year before, the USA men's basketball team had suffered a controversial and ignominious defeat at the hands of … Continue reading When the Commies Came to Play