HAVE you noticed how Easter always seems early or late? Odd, isn’t it? I have never yet thought to myself “Ah, yes, it’s about time we came to Easter.” It is never on time: it is always too early, or terribly late. This year, of course, it is terribly early
‘Dear diary. . .’ THE Archbishop of Canterbury has stated that the priorities for his time in office are the encouragement of prayer and the religious life. He also made it clear to the General Synod last year that we were to pray for, plan for, and confidently expect an increase...
Ashes to ashes AS I write, the world is still coming to terms with the death of David Bowie. Although I enjoyed most of Bowie’s music, before I even knew what a "hot tramp" might be, I used to dance and strut around my bedroom to the strains of "Rebel, rebel", then go meekly downstairs
I HAVE to own up to a distinct shortfall when it comes to general knowledge of Poland, her history, language, and culture
NOW that the cards have come down, what to do with the round-robin letters? asks Glyn Paflin
David Winter thinks “In the bleak midwinter” is the most exquisite of English carols
“MY NAME is Captain Jack Sparrow, and I’m going to take you to the Black Pearl!” the 18-inch plastic statue, standing on the coffin, said. I was halfway through a funeral talk, and was a little taken aback, to say the least
'Our dear old C of E is presently going through one of its periodic acts of self-vandalism and iconoclasm'
I DO like a nice pear. It pleases me greatly, then, that the last survivor of the Cowley Fathers’ orchard at St Stephen’s House is a sturdy Pyrus. It stands in the college gardens at the east end of the house chapel; and as it is — at least for my purposes — a...
Sister Rosemary reflects on retiring from General Synod
Elizabeth Figg reflects on the death of René Girard