Welcome ... I’ve always been more attracted to the ordinary than the spectacular. For a long time I’ve sensed my ministry in life as continually trying to seek and understand, express and share, an awareness and appreciation of God in the everyday. I think this is important, not only for the sake of my own taste, but for everyone. If our talking about, and living for, God only appeals to the religious, then most people will be missed. If we know anything about Jesus it is that he went out of his way to encompass the ordinary, so that no-one would be overlooked. So, as I write here, I’ve no idea what I will say or where it will lead. No doubt I will reflect a lot on ‘Christian’ things, but I’m not particularly interested in narrowly religious questions, nor about church affairs. There will, probably, be much football, film and TV. An ordinary life indeed, but one looking for ‘rumours of glory’, I’m asking myself the questions I’ve listed above, and invite you to do the same…

Tuesday, 23 April 2013

Broadchurch ...


“The Bible says let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamour and slander be put away from you along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tender hearted, forgive one another as God in Christ forgave you. After what we’ve been through, I don’t know, but we have a responsibility, to ourselves and to our God, to try.”


And so the much heralded climax in itv’s acclaimed drama series ‘Broadchurch’ turned out to be a word ... a sermon. 

No dramatic last minute plot twist, despite the advance hinting on twitter, but instead the surprising, shocking possibility that, in the midst of the darkness, light can shine.

The series, set in a picturesque Dorset seaside town, lasted 8 weeks and was sandwiched between two harrowing scenes of grief, both powerfully acted; a mother’s realisation of the loss of her son, a wife’s recognition of the culpability of her husband. 

Yet, despite the dark, difficult, harrowing subject matter, the sheer scale and power of the sadness seemed to push out the normal feelings of finger pointing and vengeance.  It wasn’t that there was no anger or bitterness, there was plenty, but through it all, somehow, the overwhelming emotion was sympathy, for families, a community, broken. 

The real sense of ugliness came half way through the series when a vigilante group rampaged through the town and drove an innocent man to suicide.  When, finally, the actual perpetrator was revealed there was a sense of not wanting to give in to those forces again.

And so the whole series concluded, in Church and on the beach, with the most unexpected of twists, a community reborn, a flicker of hope...

“I passed the word, maybe the word was good”