Effing with the Ineffable: Why we shouldn’t teach the Bible to our Children

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The sun rose.
I have a gift for you, a perfume I prepared.
I know – it’s pointless, really. But I just want to give You something for all You are, or were to me.
I came to see You. But You were gone.
They had stolen You, even now.
I laid were your bo...

And we sit in the tension:
Between despair and hope
Bondage and liberation
Death and life.


The here, but not yet.
The place where you're almost sure it's finished, but you're willing to give just one more shot.
Holding out hope that maybe, maybe thi...

December 24, 2019

It's that time of the year again.


It's the crazy lead up: the mad stress filled shopping trips, where you park 2km away if you get there anytime after 10am.

It's the awkward encounters with family: we really do our best to get along but wi...

December 23, 2019

It's the most wonderful time of the year.
But it doesn't feel wonderful to me.
It feels heavy.
The expectations of distant family, where there's so much unspoken history and awkwardness.
We don't have words to fill the silence.
It hangs thick in the...

December 22, 2019

I can’t be bothered to put up any Chrissy decorations. They sit in a dusty box in the shed. Apart from the hassle, I’m just not interested. It’s hot, there’s limited space, hubby's indifferent and visitors are rare. I could go on…

Trying to hang those...