Mud pies in the slums: The Wait of Glory

C.S. Lewis was wrong, I reckon. In The Weight of Glory he famously says that we satisfy ourselves making mud pies in the slums because we don't know how good it is to build sandcastles at the beach. WRONG. I've built sandcastles at the beach. I know what it's like to sit in the sun … Continue reading Mud pies in the slums: The Wait of Glory

Losing my religion: Why I am NOT a Christian writer

The first time I was told I wasn't a Christian because of something I'd written was after the publication of my first book, This Little Piggy Stayed Home: Barlow, Chambers and the Mafia. As the title suggests, it was about the Mafia, which I'd been investigating for my employer, The West Australian Newspaper, for more … Continue reading Losing my religion: Why I am NOT a Christian writer

What’s love got to do with it: Theology and its defences against the dark arts

Towards the end of my very brief career as a theologian in a conservative, fundamentalist, NZ theological college, I had come to the sad realisation that theology, as an academic discipline, is unable — incapable rather than unwilling — to say things about love that art, even in its most popular forms, is more naturally … Continue reading What’s love got to do with it: Theology and its defences against the dark arts

Tear down the walls? No, transform them

Some unpublished thoughts on outsidedness, differentiation, and the transformative power of encountering the other The most dramatic event in the life of my childhood church was the day someone fired a gun during the Breaking of Bread service and almost killed old Mr Foster. Mr Foster, who was famous throughout the north-west of England for … Continue reading Tear down the walls? No, transform them