More than Writers

St Paul is scathing in his criticism of those who suppress the truth…as was Jesus before him…and Isaiah before Christ. ‘The wrath of God is revealed against all…who suppress the truth in unrighteousness’ Rom 1v18 ‘Woe to you scribes (interesting?) and Pharisees! For you shut the door of the kingdom of heaven against men; you neither go in yourselves nor permit others who are entering to go in’ Matt 23v13 ‘Truth has fallen in the public square’ Is 59v14 When Mao, Stalin, and Hitler burned books, the world witnessed the power of dictatorships to suppress the truth. Watching Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451 - the temperature that paper burns - at school was a good use of education. Like all of us, I am watching the development of AI with interest. My antennae are twitching, trying to sift, discern, weigh, not condemn wholesale…but there’s more than one way to dictate what others are permitted to read or not. Burning books is one way. Preventing good literature (and awful literature) fr...

Impressions of cherry blossom, imperfectly painted by me I’ve been practising watercolour painting for over a year. Many art tutors, online and elsewhere, say that perfectionism is the enemy of creativity. Budding artists are advised not to aim for perfection because that will only cause endless frustration. For people just starting to draw and paint, there is usually a wide gap between what we see and what we try to capture on paper! Watercolour in particular is a beautiful medium but not always an easy one: you have to practice water control, how to load your brushes so you have the right mixture of water and paint, and how to judge the amount of water on the page so you can get those lovely watercolour effects. I make loads of mistakes, but that is how I learn. Sometimes those mistakes, like ‘blooms’ with hard edges on the page – watercolour artists often call them ‘cauliflowers’ – can work. Accidental water blooms in one of my seascapes ended up looking like reflections. Tha...

                         Picture credit: HBO Some years ago, I spent Christmas Eve in the living room of an elderly lady’s one-bedroom flat. The Wizard of Oz was playing on the TV. The lady sat bolt upright on the sofa, neatly dressed, eyes glued to the screen. On her lap was a Yorkshire Terrier, growling and snappy. Perhaps he didn’t care for the Wicked Witch, or Toto was setting him off? Or maybe he was upset about the lady being dead. The telly was on a high volume. That was the giveaway. When it stayed on all night and all morning, neighbours called the police and I turned up to force entry.   I was twenty-two years old and had been a copper for about a year. My colleague was even fresher out of the box, yet to deal with his first body – a sudden death, as they’re known. I’d already encountered a few, so it was my job to show him the ropes. When people think about policing and dead bodies, the fir...

  Last Monday, 30 March, just after 7.00 pm I walked out of a shop in a busy shopping centre in Orpington, to the most beautiful, breathtaking sunset I have ever seen, as shown in the photo above.    It wasn’t there when I went into the shop, and to my absolute surprise, there it was like a gigantic painting, suspended in the sky.    I immediately got my phone out and started taking photos.    I noticed one or two other people doing the same.    The photo doesn’t actually give it justice, as it was one of the most awesome and largest scenes in the sky that I have ever come across. My first thought was that it was a sign from God placed there for everyone to see, and the words “Jesus is coming” flowed from within me to a gentleman nearby who was also in awe of it, taking photos and who replied “Yes, He is coming soon”.  I love the wonderful, special connection you feel with brothers and sisters in Christ, even though you have never m...

  This year Good Friday falls on April 03rd which is actually quite fortunate given its my turn on the blog this month. I first wrote this piece some four years ago not long after becoming a regular blogger on this site. It was originally published in our local Methodist circuit monthly devotional newsletter which started during Covid when our churches were closed and who lacked internet access  and still continues to this day. My reason for writing it was to show that in the age of modern media which all of us especially Christian writers have to adapt to especially with ChatGPT and AI now part of the mix, I wondered had the internet been around in first century Palestine how the events of that first Good Friday may have been recorded for posterity especially from Pilate's perspective.  It is based on  John 18:28 – 19:16 (NRSV) . . Context: When we read this version of Christ’s passion, we can almost feel ourselves becoming caught up in the action. Are we among ...

  Over the last few weeks, I’ve been reading through the accounts in the Gospels depicting the events of Holy Week, and, while the narratives are very familiar, I’ve been struck by some of the little details that add interest, or even intrigue, to the basic story.  For example:  ·         The disciples were told to find the venue for the Last Supper by entering Jerusalem and following a man carrying a pitcher of water (Luke 22:10-12) ·         Simon of Cyrene “happened to be coming in from the countryside,” (Luke 23:26) and was thrust into a key role in a world-changing event as he was forced to carry Jesus’ cross ·         As Pilate was attempting to make his judgement about Jesus, a message came from his wife, urging him to leave Jesus alone (Matthew 27:19) ·         One of the criminals on the cross beside Jesus turned t...