United not by agreement but by Christ

There is a story I read on the internet this week about a tough and very down to earth rural area ofDevon . The vicar had just retired. He had been much loved as a parish priest, though his sermonswere usually way above the heads of most of his congregation. His successor was, by contrast,

Chaplaincy Chat from Cranbrook Church

Chaplaincy Chat from Cranbrook Church: There’s always plenty going on in Cranbrook and we’ve certainly been busysince the last Link publication. The Messy Church team joined forces with the Cranbrook Town Council and Scout Groups to put on a fabulous day offun to celebrate the Queen’s Platinum Jubilee. You really can’t beat cream teas, games,

Knowing your onions brings you closer to God.

My grandfather lived to ninety-five years on a diet of snuff, homemade beer and fried breakfasts. Well, that isn’t exactly true but as a child it certainly seemed that way. For many years my grandparents lived next door to us in a flat my Dad built on the side of our house and for decades

I am a racist and you probably are to (A reflection on the death of George Floyd)

I am a racist and you probably are to. Part of the role of a priest is to ‘preach a positive’, that does not mean every sermon has to be relentlessly happy but it does mean when we preach folks should feel challenged but also lifted, after all that is what the Gospels are, the

Facing our Monsters!

Facing our monsters. What are your monsters? When I was a child I remember watching Doctor Who, I loved the programme but as the opening credits would start to roll and the music ramped up one thing always happened: ‘Mum! Mum, it’s starting!’ Mum needed to sit with me to watch it with me because