Seven years after Jacquie’s disappearance, Rupert Bogarde finally discovered the truth    

I am the way, the truth and the life (John 14:6)

Since we’ve been back from England we’ve been church hopping, following preachers we like, service times we prefer in the hopes that we may stumble upon a choir, an organist, a warmth that will remind us of St. George’s, our English parish church in Beckenham. For three months now we’ve been without a church family…

My countrymen are dog lovers, no doubt about that!  Growing up I was very aware that my father had infinitely more patience when training his canine than he did when training me. Consequently when I have a dog, I assign it to the place where dogs reside.  It is a beast and does not have…

I’ve been reading blogs about house church.  From these blogs come laments for the un-churched, those who don’t know the stories. I first heard of this group during our lenten discussions at our church in London this year.  I had never considered there to be a whole generation of young people, children, who had never…

Today is the anniversary of hub’s and my betrothal.  We did not believe in a long engagement so I bore the title, fiance, for two weeks and a day! We had chosen the ring together in Hatton Gardens in London, the place to go for that special piece of jewellery that says it all. This weekend…

Anne Lamott claims the two best prayers she knows are: “Help me, help me, help me” and “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

The Pickford’s movers were willing and able to bring boxes and furniture into a cleared out room.  In no time at all they had  unloaded everything we had considered precious enough to make the long journey across the Atlantic,   and wished us a good day. We closed the door on England until we could…

My film-maker son’s birthday is today. Born a few days before our first wedding anniversary there were no knowing looks from family members (back then they watched the first few months of the new marriage like hawks) and no pretending we were still thirty somethings with a son knocking on twenty something! On bringing him…

I have to have my little bit of nature fix every day. Looking at it through a window does not suffice.  I need to be out in it. First thing in the morning is a good time, before anyone else gets up, except the manic drivers hurtling past our house on the tollroad above the…