Navigating divides in my community. I sit outside a coffee shop reading the LA Times. It is the 30th Anniversary of the LA Riots when police were acquitted after the brutal beating of Rodney King. My 13-year-old eyes digested that story in a context without guidance on the system at play. Where I live now, we will soon… Continue reading Divides.
Some years ago, our church looked at ways in which it could free up some capital and settled upon selling the land under the vicarage (apparently not up to Diocesan standards anyway) and the two church halls (likely to fall over by themselves if left for much longer). Our highly-paid Parish Development Officer promised us… Continue reading In solidarity…
