8.00 am: A communion. I’d had a restless night on top of the duvet in minimal attire. The heat. The room. It cooled around 3.00 am. I awoke feeling exhausted…
7.45 am: A communion. ‘I’m pushing myself harder now than I did thirty tears ago’. I read this quotation in a running magazine at the physiotherapist clinic yesterday. The author…
Over the past months, I’ve been intrigued by the narrative of Elisha and the Shunammite woman (2 Kings 4.8–37). She’d been practically helpful to the prophet – in effect, providing him…
Mizpah 6.15 am: ‘Good morning, John!’ Ablutions: 7.30 am: A communion. 8.15 am: Pressing on! All three of the final compositions for The Talking Bible were now in progress. I…
Reach out! Sunday. Following church and a lunch consisting of warmed-up leftovers, I headed to that part of the beach which is between the pier and the harbour wall. The…
Thursday, 7.00 am: Morning: As I was about my ablutions, I caught a radio article that discussed the problem of grade inflation at UK universities. In essence, too many first-class…
5.30 am: Up! I could wrestle with my night’s bouts of sleeplessness no more. 5.45 am: I reckoned on the business of the next few days. By the close of…
7.45 am: A communion. 8.30 am: This week my postgraduate teaching was assigned to today. At the Old College: the residue of a either wedding or a Christening (including ‘The…
Grief leaves us in darkness (Address, funeral service of Jean Curwen (June 18, 2018)) 7.45 am: Breakfast: 8.30 am: Two objectives today: 1. To make progress on the ‘That One…