Fascinating tweet yesterday from London vicar (and Guardian columnist) Giles Fraser: "Blue Christmas" service for those who hate too...

“When I work with the poor they call me a saint; when I ask why they’re poor they call me a communist.”  So said the Roman Catholic...

Prayer as opt out. That was the message of the front page of New York ‘Daily News” following the San Bernardino shootings on Wednesday....

Beware: I have just completed a four-day course. “Transforming Conversations.” For the record, I had to. Three-line whip from the...

On hearing news this week of a friend’s grim prognosis, Jacqui’s instinctive reaction was to say that we must pray hard for them. Of...

It was 75 years ago when my father cycled in the moonlight through the medieval streets of Coventry for his night shift as a railway...

You may have missed it but Ormskirk made national prominence yesterday, on the Radio 4 Today programme. John Humphreys, in reviewing...

Lovely email last night. At present I am working on my sermon for Remembrance Sunday, telling the story of one of those men whom we...

“Well, at least the tower is still standing!” Returning home along the M58 our church tower invariably comes into view at junction 5,...

“What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! (rustle, rustle) in form, in moving, how express and...

Since starting on page one in July, last night I finally reached page 864 - the end of Donna Tartt’s bestselling novel, the Goldfinch. ...

Getting up this morning I thought: “Blog: harvest thanksgiving.” And as I was eating my porridge, a simple structure came into view....

The greatest challenge of our lifetime - but we can’t say we didn’t see it coming. I recall watching on BBC way back in 1990 a...

How do you say “Sorry"? I read in this morning’s Guardian that John McDonnell, the new shadow chancellor, has apologised from the...

If in doubt, panic. And panic, I did. To be fair I was let down by my car’s computer. As we passed the service area at...

Stand by to be impressed. Just 100 metres from where I am now typing this blog is the birthplace of the mother of Auguste Bartholdi, at...

“Say sorry, Jack.” I’ve just retired from the early morning shift of supervising resident grandchildren, Neve and Jack. On greeting their...

Late start this morning. Recovering. My good friend Alan recruited me to road test a section of his next walk, from Harlech to...

Dreary weather this morning, and as I type this I hear the cars sloshing through the puddles of Long Lane. But then, as Tom Lehrer...

“Pomicide” Opening my Guardian app I could scarcely believe my eyes: 33 for 7. Soon, very soon, Australia were all out for 60. Some...