When Driving Stops

I reached a point recently where driving no longer feels like the right option. It's been coming for a while. I didn’t want to admit it at first, since driving has always been part of my independence. It's how I've gone to church, grown ministry, supported youth, attended ordination meetings and school visits, and everything else that fills my week. It was the way my long distance relationship lasted with Hannah, how I maintained access to the boys, and how we’ve gone on all our adventures over the years. It was freedom, routine, and normal. It’s not normal anymore.

When Honour Meets Barriers

Tomorrow we gather to honour my curate, Sue at her thanksgiving service. 175 people have signed up. Our church fits around 140 – 150, and more will likely arrive. The hall across the road is our overflow space, livestreaming the service for those unable to fit in the church. It will be a big day. It should be. She was an incredible presence.

Privilege: The Invisible Barrier

Having a disability means I see other people’s privilege. It’s not loud or aggressive. It sits in the background of everyday life, unnoticed by the people who benefit from it, have no idea they do it, and pretend they don’t when they do something wrong. It is often an invisible barrier.