I was born in Guernsey in the Channel Islands and as a child was a WW2 evacuee in the north of England. I am a dad, grandad and great grandad and have been a Methodist minister for more than sixty years. My late wife Rosemary and I lived and served in Jamaica for nearly ten years and our three children had their early years there. We then moved to live in England and served in Shepton Mallet, Swindon, the Isle of Wight and Romsey. Rosemary died when we were in Romsey and I have continued to live here, blessed with a still growing family and a lovely friend, Marilyn.
We were on the Santa Cruz mountain in Jamaica at the dawn of Easter Sunday 1956, attending the sunrise service with the Bethlehem Moravian Church in their cemetery some two thousand feet above the plains of south St Elizabeth . Surrounded… Continue Reading →
In one way or another this journey with the coronavirus will be tough and demanding for everyone. The very thought of weeks, even months of isolation from others is daunting in itself. Many are concerned for others, whether for members… Continue Reading →
During a radio broadcast on what we could do to stop, or at least slow, the spread of the coronavirus, I heard a medical scientist who suggested this: don’t shake hands, don’t hug, don’t kiss. So, should we now have… Continue Reading →
Advent is here! Christmas is coming! One of my habits as we get nearer to Christmas Day is to read ‘A Christmas Carol ’ by Charles Dickens. Last week I went to a one-man presentation of that ageless story presented… Continue Reading →