Steph's Adventures

Compared to many, I am not particularly attached to my mobile phone; but even though the one I use is old and battered, I know I would not ...

I haven't written any poetry for a while ... certainly nothing that has even got close to what could be described as finished.  But...

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Yesterday Daniel Berrigan: priest, poet, protester and peacemaker died just short of his 95th birthday. He may not have had the media presen...

It's been a while since I posted anything at all on here; although there are a few half written posts slowly going out of date on the un...

Regular readers of this blog will know this is not the first time I have walked Northern Leg of Student Cross, a walking pilgrimage during ...

Twice on Friday I accompanied a group of students from St Chad's Sanctuary to Birmingham Museum where we visited the local history gal...

Last weekend, during the week of prayer for Christian Unity, Carrs Lane Church hosted the Birmingham Churches Together 24 hours of prayer. I...

While I lead prayer regularly, it is rare that I get the opportunity to preach. But having been very involved in the organisation of the Bi...

One of our innovations in community this academic year has been to spend one evening most weeks in silence. Not every single week, as there ...

I have been meaning to write this post for a while, since returning from Paris where we went to join the action towards the end of the COP...

A young family on an enforced journey Through weary days and fear-filled night But in the midst of a bewildering message from God A g...

The Old Testament story of Sodom is not necessarily the most obvious choice of a text to reflect on for a Christian pacifist: God destroyin...

Those of you who read this blog regularly will know I quite like writing poetry. Beginning to share my writing here was something of a l...

We have now been at Carrs Lane for well over two years and I think it is safe to say we have learned a lot along the way. There hav...

Names are important. They are the words by which we make sense of the world. They are tied up in history, and religion, and culture. They ...

This particular poem has been a work in progress for quite some time. Well that's not strictly accurate; for most of that time it was s...