A pink teddy, red hat, a hand massage, and a heart to bring good news!

I’ve just spent the morning with Lowestoft town centre chaplains. They’re an inspirational bunch from different churches in Lowestoft. The team is led by The Light Project College student Esther Day who is in her second year of part time studies with us in a foundation degree in Theology, Mission and Evangelism. What I witnessed…

Prophetic paintings from Fresh Streams conference 2019.

I had the joy of being prophetic artist in residence at Fresh Streams this year. What. A. Joy. I’m in my element when I paint and I created 3 new pieces: 1) Worship in the waterfall. I had a picture of a waterfall. A falling of the Spirit. A quenching that was relentless. A pouting…

Obedience

I’m thinking a lot about ‘obedience’* to King Jesus and the things he asks me to do and whether I do them or not. It’s not just that the New Year brings in a sense of resolutions and a desire for a closer and better walk with Jesus, it’s also, (and I must be honest…

Adventures on the street…

I’ve spent a few hours on the streets of Peterborough with a trainee vicar on placement with me called Keri. She’s an incredibly gifted people person. We met together to reach out to all kinds of people, but we especially wanted to bring something of the good news to people who are Muslim. We both…

A highlight in the year!

Once a year a small group of students graduate amongst hundreds of others in the beautiful Cathedral in Chester. They graduate in a Foundation Degree in Theology, Mission and Evangelism which we run as a partner of the University of Chester. It’s an occasion rightly filled with pomp and ceremony to mark the hard work…

Why we do what we do.

It’s been a non stop, from one thing to another, kind of day. As I rushed from our cafe to get into the taxi to get my train, tripping over my shoelaces while hoping I wouldn’t miss my train, I wasn’t in a particular ‘I must share Jesus with the taxi driver’ frame of mind….

“I am forsaken by God.”

‘I am forsaken by God’ read the small sign on the belly of a man who is a crack addict. He’s also a Muslim by background and culture and I’ve got to know him over the years from the streets. I shared my lunch with him as we sat on the ground, enjoying a few…