Hey ho, it's another poem! I wrote this one last year during a writer's club lunchtime break, as part of an exercise. We all had to write in the style of a Particular poem by a Particular person, neither of which I remember, besides the fact that we had to choose an imperative verb and… Continue reading Weep (2022 Poem)
This is a belated chapter loosely branching from the four part series I wrote mid-last year, detailing my unorthodox conversion to Christianity, coming to terms with my sexuality, and subsequent deconversion. [Parts one, two, three and four available here] I hadn't initially planned to write further on the series, but there is so much more… Continue reading Grieving God, Sin’s Genius and the Why Question
While the word 'humanist' makes up half of my namesake on this blog, I realise that I have never directly discussed or addressed Humanism, what it means to me, and how I interpret and identify with it. Again, I'm not going to do the movement justice, so here is a good resource if you want… Continue reading Religious Diversity & What It Means to Be Human
Turn and Face the Strange As a young teenager, I was very timid, very awkward, and very in love with words, sounds and songs. I was fascinated by the lyricism, poetry and prose of the bible. My favourite verses are probably: Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for… Continue reading Leading Kids to Christ, Youth Groups, and Teenhood with Jesus (Part Three)
So I'm now saving my discussion of teenhood with Jesus and leading kids to Christ for part three, just because it makes more linear sense - and there is a colossal amount to unpack. Philosophising at Twelve I begin with an excerpt from my 2016 blog post, The Beauty of Religion. "The unraveling of my… Continue reading Hillsong Music, Twelvie Me and Decolonising God (Part Two)
Kids Camps Attending kids camps as a youngster was easily the most significant factor in my conversion to Christianity. I went to my first one in January 2007, about a month after I turned nine. As you can imagine, I was at an extremely impressionable age. Kids' minds are like sponges, and for the most… Continue reading On Kids Camps, Worship Bands and Life with Jesus (Part One)
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