"Programmes, programmes", we hear, as we head along Vicarage Road,

Two things have been in my mind recently: one large scale, the other small scale.

When my daughter returns from a netball or football match I have to be careful not to immediately ask whether her team won. I don't always succeed in avoiding the burning question pressing on the tip of my tongue. I am slowly learning the old truth that 'it's not the winning that counts, but the taking part.' I try...

The Bethlehem decoration I bought in Israel is now hanging from our Christmas tree. This time last year the tree was shining brightly and my bright yellow beanie hat was also back in use as I was just about to complete a running challenge of 2,022 kms in 2022 (approximately 5 kms per day). During those freezing cold runs...

In May 2019, at the FA Cup Final, I (along with many others at Wembley Stadium) sang the nineteenth century hymn Abide with Me. It was written by the Victorian clergyman Henry Lyte who was suffering at the time with tuberculosis, aged just 54. The tradition of singing the revered hymn goes back to 1927 when King George V...

The church I pastor will celebrate a centenary next year. April 2024 marks the 100th anniversary of a congregation being in our current building. 2024 also marks the centenary of another cause for celebration. Recently I was looking for a CD to play in the car and picked our second-hand copy of the Vangelis score and soundtrack to Chariots of Fire...