Latest Thought for the Week

‘I love walking in London,’ said Mrs Dalloway.

Over the last few months I have had the wonderful support of a physiotherapist helping me learn to walk again after my broken ankle meant that I had spent several weeks in a wheelchair.

Words I had barked at me as I entered a church with the specific intention of attending said service.

After last Sunday’s 10:00 Eucharist, we had a Sunday Showcase, highlighting nearly fifteen years of the work of the St Martin’s Disability Advisory Group (DAG) which is a focus for issues that particularly apply to deaf, disabled and neurodivergent people in our church community and as a group provides mutual support.

A couple of weeks ago at the Wednesday evening service, Bread for the World, Richard gave a reflection on Psalm 23, a passage many of us are familiar with and have likely heard in a multitude of contexts.

In the UK, the name John Lewis conjures up for me images of high street department stores, housewares and long elevators, a quick sit-down in the tea room.

I considered this question earlier this year as part of my ongoing studies for an MA in Christianity and the Arts.

I was intending to write this piece about an exciting project in Myanmar that the Global Neighbours Committee is about to begin supporting but on Wednesday last week I received an email from Oxfam.

As news breaks of yet another deadly conflict, baffling court ruling, and polarising election result, I feel increasingly powerless and, because my job requires political impartiality, voiceless.