I have often referred to my path of faith as one that looks a bit like spaghetti junction, but without the signage (I’ve also referred to Croydon in this way but, for the purpose of differentiation, Croydon is the noisy, grey one and I am the intermittently noisy teal one). Rather than try to straighten… Continue reading The labyrinth.
In 2004, I went on pilgrimage to Auschwitz with the UK’s Jewish-Christian Council. We met holocaust survivors, people working to restore Poland’s Jewish heritage – and, in the tiny village of Krasiczyn, the parish priest Father Stanislaw Bartminski; a quiet, self-effacing man, with a gentle sense of humour, an unimposing determination, and a clear sense… Continue reading ‘We will live the life we are living’
