One of the loudest voices I listen to is my own. And that’s usually not a good thing.

There seems to be some sort of (urban?) myth that working with the poor is especially ‘hard’. As if somehow in the pantheon of Christian ministry, ours stands alone as the really difficult one.

The hope my brother displayed every time he saw a car pass reminded me of the anticipation I was trying to suppress.

Pastor, fight against the pride that fuels the hunger for pastoral glory.

Below the surface of the chaos of my life, I had a deep desire to do what was right. But good intentions weren’t enough.

Prisoners need to see how glorious Genesis 1:27 is in order to understand how bad Ephesians 2:1–3 is.

My kids weren’t abandoned by their father, but he was absent even when he was there.

If you want to be successful in long-term ministry, there’s one thing you must not lack.

Local school? Christian school? Home school? It’s a big decision, especially for those working in schemes and housing estates.

There’s no special dispensation for those of us who have had a crap life.