In a few weeks time, a group of youngsters from the church, loaded up with rucksacks, sleeping bags and Bibles will be heading off to camp. It’s thirty-four years since I first set off from home carrying more or less the same equipment. My first Christian camp was at Pendine on the South Wales coast. It was run by an eccentric school-teacher with a passion for evangelism. That camp changed my life.
I was already a believer, but I had had little opportunity to mix with other Christian teenagers. …
Read more...I’ve just waved goodbye to one of my oldest friends. Martin Bussey arrived at the manse this afternoon with his wife Claudia and his two youngest boys. They were heading from Leicester up to the Lake District for a week’s holiday and stopped here for what turned into a very long lunch. So we’ve spent the afternoon looking at photos and reminiscing about old times.
I first met Martin back in 1978 when I was a second-year student away at college. Martin arrived at college a year after me. …
Read more...I’ve decided to devote this letter to a subject that you may feel you don’t want to read about. Yet it’s a subject that none of us can avoid. As a child, I had never heard of homosexuality. I presume the preachers I listened to skipped over certain Bible passages – or maybe I simply wasn’t tuned in to what they were saying. In my teens I became aware that there were people who had this strange attraction towards their own sex. But I had never met anyone who admitted to being homosexual. …
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