You've probably been on a train entering one of our larger cities. There are usually patches where there seems to be graffiti everywhere like travelling through a hyperactive art gallery; colours, text, images all fighting for space and attention. And then there is Banksy... ...whose works of ar...

Again by the miracle of delayed posting I bring you a thought for another day in Lent. As this goes up onto the web I am in School leading an early morning Lent session on the theme of Temptation, a very Lenten idea indeed. How often have you, like me, had a real high point - a moment of real triump...

You may have noticed (if you are following this) that each post is put up at exactly 8am each day. No, I am not writing these "live" but days in advance and using Typepad's Publish On... facility. As you read this I will probably be on a train up to London to catch the exhibition of By...

"Don't slam the door!", we would all shout.  Slam!  Too late, another brittle gas mantle broken and another caravan holiday to remember. When we were little not only did we holiday (other than rare stays at relatives) every time in a caravan, but we even went to the same pl...

"The body of Christ" I said, as I placed the quarter wafer in her upturned hands, just as I had done countless times before. But I paused for the briefest moment allowing my hand to remain in contact with hers. Words didn't need to be said because there weren't any. We all live in ...

We were discussing various types of music we use in Church on a training day and the speaker played the Matt Redman song "Blessed be your name". "The problem is", somebody commented, "that style is about performance". I think that the person had not meant this to sound ...

Ash Wednesday comes round again, with the significant shift in mood, and we do the rounds today of the villages with quiet Communion and ashes signed on foreheads in the sign of the cross. Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return. Morning Prayer readings today included a line from 1 ...

Talking to a parent of an approximately similar age and I think she beat me on memorable School trips. I opened with the trip to see the ball bearing factory in Pontefract. She trumped me with the story of her visit to the production line at the Ford factory in Dagenham - a dozen school girls in a r...

A surprise visitor for breakfast. We were only doing pancakes, but it was a real honour. We were able to discuss Iraq, WMD and the current state of the Middle East Peace process. Our amazing T is in School today for a mufti day dressed as a recently ex-Prime-Minister, bless him. And then he's off to...

I love music. I can't imagine life without music. I can recall the epiphany of discovering The Beatles (thank Andy) in the early 70s as I moved out of the shadow of my Dad's musical preferences (one such album here - you have to listen to Delilah - the boys think it is hysterical). On top of this wa...