Pressing On

Ambition fulfilled! The summer of '14 included the fulfilment of a long held ambition of mine when I visited the quaint village of Portmeirion in North Wales. It held, and still holds, a fascination for me both as an eccentric work of architecture and as the set of the cult 60's series 'The Prisoner'.  There are a lot of reasons why, as a teenager, this series held my attention - the imagery, the fact that it was on just at the time when I had been given my first TV set so I could watch it after going to bed, the 60's feel to it. On reflection though, it also coincided with that time as a teenager when we rebel against the angst of feeling the increasing pressure to conform to the model of the world and of preparing myself (or of being prepared) to take my place in the rat race. When Number 6 cries out "I am not a number, I am a free man " or " I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.

Memories ... This year I am celebrating my silver wedding anniversary ... Just for something to do I have begun to sketch all the houses we have lived in over the past 25 years, 17 in total, plus also reflecting on what significant things happened whilst we lived in these homes and things I learnt along the way. Home number #1  In Bishopston, Bristol, just opposite the prison if you know the area. We lived here between Sept'90 to July'91 during our last year at Bristol Polytechnic and our first year of married life! Significant events that took place here? First married home Top floor flat - so carried bike up three flights of stairs each day. Small gas heater so house was freezing in the winter - first person up had to dash into the living room to put the fire on. Cheap food/clothes from Sunday market inc. 10 pairs of socks for 50p (All had holes that needed fixing however, once fixed, I was still wearing some of them over 5 years later) 10 sau

Who are you? I have never been a great fan of labels when it comes to describing members of the body of Christ. eg. he is anglican, she is Baptist, they are Charismatic, etc. etc. I remember once causing a man to become increasingly hot under the collar when he asked me who I was? To which I replied I was a disciple (follower) of Jesus. He was meaning which Church did I attend (presumably so he could classify me and decide whether I was bona fide or not) and my answer did not bring him peace, but I refused to go any further.  Why? Because, as I said, I am not a great fan of labels, but also because for me there is a very important distinction between primarily identifying myself with Jesus and identifying myself with Church. Of course, I recognise that by becoming a follower of Jesus I become part of the body of Christ, but that can be very distinct from being a member of a Church. To me this is the crucial difference between vibrant faith and dusty religion.  I want t

One of the blessings of being a missions director … Back at the start of December I was invited to attend a 40th Anniversary celebration with the Asian Christian Fellowship in Wolverhampton. WEC workers have been, and remain, involved in the planting, growth and development of this fellowship and today, ACF is a vibrant fellowship of people worshipping God, and being discipled, in their own mother tongues. Wonderful! The celebration was an opportunity to share stories and recognise the people who had/are involved in the Church. A time to mark their contribution and give thanks to God who has been at work to build His church. A time to celebrate God’s faithfulness and the faithful ministry of men and women over the past four decades. During the service I was struck by two things:   The need for faithfulness This was a celebration of faithfulness. Of people, walking by faith and not by sight, of trusting God, of keeping on doing what the Lord has given them to do.

Last week, like many others, I ventured to the Cinema to watch "Exodus - Gods and Kings"   Of course, as with any other film based on a biblical narrative, there is always the hope that it will amount to more than a film ... but as is normally the case, it doesn't.  So, to summarise, as far as biblical accuracy goes it is poor, as an adventure film goes it is all right. However, that is okay as I don't often go to the cinema for the furtherance of my theological convictions or doctrinal understandings - that is best left to the place of prayer and obedience.  Having said that, I hope that I am always open to be challenged to think about things from a fresh perspective and I am not averse to the Spirit using an experience, image, news item, music track etc, to highlight something that He wants to be a blessing, encouragement or challenge to me.  So it was the case in this film ... Towards the end of the film there is quite a most moving scene as the