Onward Christian Soldiers?

Many claiming to be Christians ‘fighting the good fight’ have got it badly wrong. Crusades, empire building, Northern Ireland… have all claimed to be God’s wars. ‘God’ has fought for racial supremacy, slavery, seizing personal power and wealth… Wrong Leaders God’s wars aren’t led by a nation. Both England and the US have fought warsContinue reading “Onward Christian Soldiers?”

Fight the Good Fight?

The Reality The story of world is told through wars and battles. In national, international and religious history they form turning points and land marks. Many only experience war through stories, films or games. Pain and suffering is softened in an impersonal context of excitement and adventure. The reality is of blood, horror, injury andContinue reading “Fight the Good Fight?”

Abide with me (2)

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide… Two disciples are walking to Emmaus, despairing, disappointed and confused. Jesus joins them. It’s getting dark. ‘Abide with me’. Their eyes are opened. Jesus is there and they hadn’t realised it. Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day… Several friends know of life’s fragility – aContinue reading “Abide with me (2)”

Noah for Children?

Donald Miller says: ‘How come we think the story of Noah’s ark is appropriate for children? Can you imagine a children’s book about Noah’s ark complete with paintings of people gasping in gallons of water, mothers grasping their children while their bodies go flying down white-rapid rivers…?’ Has the Bible been reduced to a setContinue reading “Noah for Children?”

The Touch of the Master’s Hand (2)

‘Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer      Thought it scarcely worth his whileTo waste much time on the old violin,      But held it up with a smile. We value people by what they look like, how they present themselves, how they behave. The violin was nothing to look at. People mayContinue reading “The Touch of the Master’s Hand (2)”

The Touch of the Master’s Hand

‘Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer      Thought it scarcely worth his whileTo waste much time on the old violin,      But held it up with a smile.“What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried,    “Who’ll start the bidding for me?”“A dollar, a dollar. Then two! Only two?      TwoContinue reading “The Touch of the Master’s Hand”

My First White Friend

Patricia Raybon is the same age as me. Her African American childhood of prejudice and segregation, white wealth and privilege was very different from mine. In ‘My First White Friend’ she describes her rage, bitterness, powerlessness and fear of failure; her desire to be acceptable to white people in a white dominated world. She learnedContinue reading “My First White Friend”