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A two week retreat in Plum Village, Thich Nhat Hanh’s acclaimed Zen practice centre in France, revealed some things I’m seriously not interested in. You might be interested …
God saw all that he had made, and it was very good (Genesis 1:31).
I don’t think so!

A Christian friend of mine from way back, Geoff, posted on Facebook recently: “The older I get, the more convinced I am that Christianity is true. Where do you sit and why?” As it turns out, I’m what’s called a “backslider”. My story is different. This was my reply. Continue reading
Here’s my current personal creed, though ‘creed’ feels far too grandiose a term. All I’m really doing here is putting a few words to things I do and don’t believe, especially in the area of spirituality. I’m finding it quite exhilarating to say it out loud in front of you. You might like to try it yourself. Continue reading
It’s winter, 1968. A cold rainy Saturday night in Perth, Western Australia. I’m on my way home from ice-skating where I’d been hoping (again in vain) to impress some pretty girl with my Travolta-like moves on the ice. With just seconds to spare, I leap onto Bus 72 as it pulls out of the Bus Station. Continue reading
Dear Reader, welcome to this brief autobiography. Most autobiographies are long. This one isn’t. I just want to share the big stuff, not sweat the small stuff. Even if I included lots of detail, it wouldn’t tell you much more than the bare bones do. And anyway, it’s easier for us both if I keep it short. Enjoy! Continue reading
For all the other shy boys I grew up with.
Yep, we all wanted to ask her to dance … but we just couldn’t!

God and I have a pretty simple relationship.
I ask nothing of her and she asks nothing of me.
Nothing!
“Out of our hungry hearts a journey starts, we ache for more.
Out of this endless night begins a timeless flight we’ve never taken before.
We’re flying away … destination unclear.”
A dear friend invited me recently to share what I’d say if I could go back and give some advice to my 14-year-old self. I thought about it for a while, then realised that the advice I’d offer my 14-year-old back then is the same advice I offer myself now, fifty years later …
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Come, my dearest love, let us speak tenderly to one another.
Sit here, up close, where you can feel me trembling.
See for yourself, I’m defenceless too.