My Story

I remember my first week at Spurgeon's College vividly! Being first year students there were things we were expected to do by way of initiation! One of these exercises was to show how well we knew our college ‘War Cry’ in New Testament Greek. We...

IN 2014, PROSTATE CANCER WAS ON THE HORIZON. After a long journey, loads of blood tests, examinations and, to be honest, long delays in between, Christian friends raised enough money for me to have an operation to remove my prostate under private medical treatment. By the...

Everything is always OK. There are no double standards, no hidden agendas, no white lies, no broken trust issues, no questionable motives and no bad people. The innocence of childhood. As a child, growing up in London, in the lower two floors of rented accommodation with no access...

Holland-On-Sea near Clacton was always sunny. I know this, because this was my first holiday destination as a child. We rented a bungalow on the coast and my memories of great family times is still fresh in my mind. Mum and dad worked extremely hard to make...

I never saw my father cry until he was an elderly gentleman in his eighties. People of his generation didn't do that sort of thing, stiff upper lip and all that. Should never show any sign of weakness especially in front of your children. I...