Something has changed in me recently. Massively so. I’ve become quieter, spent less time opening my mouth and more time listening (much to the delight of some folks). Only a few years ago the world seemed to fit into such nice, neat little boxes, and I had an answer for everything. And so often when you put the world into nice little boxes, what you’re really doing is putting God into a nice little box too.
When the thick darkness of night clouds all,
She bursts forth and illumines my horizon.
My hope is a phoenix.
Though burned in the flames of trial,
She arises from the ashes of impossible despair.
My love is a King,
With murderers and whores in his bloodline,
Every once in a while a movie really captures you, and this one fits the bill.
Without spoiling it too much, it’s basically different take on the usual rags-to-riches deal – an underdog story with a difference. The film is a documentary about a mysterious musician by the name of Sixto Rodriguez, who should by all accounts have been big, but never really made it. Bizarrely his music became hugely popular in South Africa, and the documentary follows some South African journalists who go on the hunt for the mysterious story of Rodriguez. Continue reading ‘Searching For Sugar Man’ – Music For Searching Souls
Two articles I’ve read in the news this week have disturbed me (well probably quite a few more have but let’s focus on these two for now)
On the one hand we read of Tim Farron’s rise to the leadership of the Liberal Democrat party. The media have had a field day quizzing him over his Christian beliefs, Continue reading Politics, Religion & Extremism – The conversation we’re not having, and should be.
Two passions of mine are writing and tattoos. Not always a common combination.
Most of the tattoos I have are a graphic representation of something which is special to me. I’ve always been frustrated by the fact that I can’t draw for toffee, so instead I’ve chosen to use my body as a canvas with the help of other artists.
My most recent tattoo was inspired by a recent trend (I know, I’m soooo trendy….). I came across #projectsemicolon on social media a little while ago, and was instantly inspired to join in. Continue reading Why I Have A Semicolon On My Finger
Last Sunday I had the great privilege of sharing with St Matthew’s Church Luton on the subject of ‘Good News For The Poor’ :
I needed to read this today:
“O Thou of little faith,
God hath not failed thee yet!
When all looks dark and gloomy,
Thou dost so soon forget–
Forget that He has led thee,
And gently cleared thy way;
On clouds has poured His sunshine,
And turned thy night to day.
And if He’s helped thee hitherto,
He will not fail thee now;
How it must wound His loving heart
To see thy anxious brow!
Oh! doubt not any longer,
To Him commit thy way,
Whom in the past thou trusted,
And is “just the same today.”
From “Streams In The Desert” By L B Cowman
Checkout this excerpt of a piece I wrote for 1Africa, click the link below to read more:
#1 Jesus Had Some Rotten Branches in His Family Tree
Unlike our politicians and celebrities, Jesus was not ashamed of the skeletons in his family’s closet. The list of His ancestors includes: Abraham who let another man sleep with his wife, Judah who sold his brother into slavery, Rahab who was a prostitute and citizen of an enemy country, David a murderer and adulterer, Solomon a womaniser, and the list goes on…
#2 Jesus’ Main Opponents Were Religious People………..
#3 Jesus’ Friends Came From the Rough Side of Town…
#4 Jesus Was a Revolutionary……..
#5 Jesus Never Said “God Helps Those Who Help Themselves”…
I’m really excited about what they’re doing, an excellent and aesthetically beautiful blog!
I recently wrote this piece for the Fresh Expressions website, which can be viewed here. Fresh Expressions is a network of groups trying to ‘do Church’ differently. Hope you enjoy.
I love God, but I really struggle with His fan club sometimes.
I remember writing words to that effect on my MySpace page many years ago in a moment of desperation.
(Photo taken by me at P.O.D. gig at the Camden Underworld, London)
Off the bat let me make a confession – I’m a major P.O.D. fanboy. I started listening to their music circa ’99 when I became a Christian. Their music has been like a soundtrack of my faith, and the theological journey of their lyrics through the years is not dissimilar to my own path. Continue reading Music for Searching Souls – Strength Of My Life
A Fridge Poem On Consuming – you can see what I did there 😉
I wrote this on a friend’s fridge during a party last year. Kind of exemplifies where I don’t fit in to the classic extrovert/introvert paradigm. Yes I want to interect with everyone at the party, and yes I hate small talk and want deep intimate conversation. So basically I try to get real deep real quick with every poor soul in the room. This often results in time to write fridge poems…… #awkwardbeardyguy
I hear a lot of talk about freedom but I don’t know that I’ve ever really seen it, except maybe in my dreams.
Some see freedom as a chance to escape. To leave and explore far away lands. But I dream of a freedom which lets me truly come home to the land where I dwell, to the person I really am. To be peace with a place. Continue reading On Freedom – Music For Searching Souls
One of the greatest passions in my life has been music. From listening to scratchy old LPs on my parents’ record player, stage invasions while playing drums in a gutter-punk band in my teens, wooing my soul-mate with heartfelt songs at an open mic night and to getting bashed up in a mosh pit at a P.O.D. gig.
Something about good music moves the blood in a way little else can. It somehow captures the soul and elevates us to a heightened state of emotion.
As a man of many words, even I recognise that there are times too sacred for my incessant ramblings. So today I offer you one of my favourite poems by John Donne – a beer-swilling womaniser who fell in love with Jesus. He masterfully captures the beauty, the pain and the tension of Good Friday in these words, and I pray you will know something of the majesty of this day as you read these them. Continue reading A Poem For Good Friday