On 12 May 2020, 3 gunmen dressed as police officers gained access to the Médecins Sans Frontiéres (MSF)-run maternity wing of Dasht-e-Barchi hospital in Kabul, Afghanistan. They headed straight to the maternity ward intent on targeting pregnant women, mothers and babies.
25 people were killed, with more than 20 wounded....
Living through a pandemic has been difficult for us all. Many people have struggled with loneliness, lack of meaning and fear of sickness or death.
What have we learned about ourselves and our world through this time? What will we do with this knowledge going forward?
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This beautiful poem, based on Psalm 23, is written by one of our church members as part of our "Acts of Kindness" month. In the midst of another national lockdown, "Acts of Kindness" month was introduced as an incentive to think of and do something kind for others. This poem...
Remembrance Day is the opportunity to remember and pay respects to those who have gone before us. It also reminds us of our own mortality and ask questions about what hope we have of life after death. This poem was written by one of our church members. Full words are...
As Belarusian citizens amassed in protest against their dictator president of 25 years, Alexander Lukashenko, the recognised national press reported on swans and harvests and other non-events. This poem reflects the hidden unrest that continues behind the official scenes. Click the links in the first verse of the poem to...
The rainbow has been a symbol
Since almost right back at the start
It’s a reminder from our loving God
“Do not fear, take heart”
You see since the fall of Adam
There has been no sinless man (Romans 3: 10)
But despite our sinful rebellion
God has always had...
As we emerge from UK coronavirus lockdown, this poem reflects on the way we lived our lives before and during the height of the Covid-19 pandemic. It was reported that many people turned to prayer. Jesus Christ offers hope and new life to those who seek him.
What is it all about then, this thing that they call church?
A crutch for needy losers, when life's left them in the lurch?
A place that people turn to when they just can't handle strife;
or so terrified of dying that they seek an afterlife?
Easter has come, and we are prisoners still,
And feel the loss of all we would have planned
To celebrate the ancient, timeless thrill
Of resurrection, as throughout this land,
Throughout this world indeed, through ages past
The unremembered multitude of those
Who have been saved by Jesus’ dying grace...