Why you can’t feel spiritual when you’re in survival

So, it seems I'm still learning a lesson- one that I touched on in my last post. We are now a few weeks into this dip a day stuff and I seem to be still learning the same lesson...It's cold. And facing the cold is quite a challenge. You need energy from the get-go to even start a dip. To face the moment when your skin shrinks and your breath is taken away, and you want to be back in bed with a cuppa.

More specifically, the moment when I am in the water was supposed to be the spiritual bit. The bit where I feel most connected to God. In prayer, peace and when all things click into place. But here is my issue. When I am in the water is the exact moment when I feel the least spiritual of all. Im freezing, all i can think about is the water and the cold and my body. 

And what I’m realising is this: when you’re in survival mode, it’s nearly impossible to be spiritual. Your body is screaming "Get out!" Your brain is scanning for threats. You’re tense, guarded, braced. And in that place, you can’t really listen. You can’t really pray. You can’t even be fully present. Or at least I can't.

You aren't the master of the cold. So the cold becomes a teacher.

And here's the thing: a lot of us are in cold water all the time, metaphorically speaking. Not by choice. Not for Lent. Just... life.

For some, it’s depression. That grey fog where even brushing your teeth feels like its too much. For others, it’s anxiety—this buzzing alarm system that never turns off. For others still, it’s the hunger in your belly or the dread of checking your bank account. These aren’t abstract spiritual ideas. These are survival situations.

And when you’re just trying to keep the lights on—emotionally, mentally, financially—spirituality can feel like a luxury. Like something for people with energy. Or margin. Or peace.

But here’s what I’m beginning to believe: it’s not that spirituality isn’t for you when you’re in survival mode. It’s that it looks different. It’s quieter. Smaller. Maybe it’s just sitting in the bath and crying and saying one honest sentence to God. Maybe it’s asking for help. Maybe it’s letting someone else hold the faith for you, just for a bit.

Survival doesn’t cancel your spirituality. It just shifts the language.

In the Bible, I love the story where Elijah—fresh off this massive spiritual high, calling down fire from heaven just collapses under a broom tree and begs God to take his life. He’s done. Burned out. Terrified. Hungry and alone.

It’s one of those moments in scripture that’s uncomfortably human. This prophet, a giant of faith, reaches his absolute limit. And he doesn’t hide it. He doesn’t pray some polished prayer or put on spiritual airs. He just breaks. Falls apart in the wilderness.

And what does God do? He doesn’t roll his eyes. He doesn’t say, "C’mon man, toughen up. You’ve already got miracles under your belt!" No. He sends an angel who touches him gently. Gives him food. Lets him sleep. Then wakes him again with more food. More rest. Not once does God try to spiritually bypass Elijah’s exhaustion. Because God gets it.

God knows that sometimes the most spiritual thing you can do is eat a proper meal and take a nap. Because God knows you can't walk forty days and nights to the mountain if your blood sugar’s low and your cortisol’s through the roof. 

Spiritual life doesn’t start with a mountaintop. It starts with a meal. A nap. A little bit of kindness for your nervous system.

Sometimes, there's nothing to prove, nothing to do, no race to be won. and God know this. So, cut yourself a break. 

You might not be able to feel spiritual when you are in survival. 

Identity and purpose

The story is told of a traveller who stumbles across an outpost. The Roman sentry there shouts down, “Who are you? What are you doing here?” Shocked to be on the wrong path, the man freezes. “Who are you? And what are you doing here?” demands the soldier once more. Taking stock of the situation, the traveller pauses before saying, “I will pay you twice what you earn if you will come to my house and ask me those questions each morning.”

Where our identity is based is crucial to us. So many factors can affect it. We are bombarded by messages concerning our identity from infancy, with some more positive and constructive than others. There are other messages, from friends, social media and society that can affect our self-worth. It can be so simple to be sucked into lies about our value or to undersell ourselves with expressions such as “I’m just a teacher” or whatever descriptor you would apply to your circumstances. We can also so easily be lured into negatively comparing ourselves to some external ideal.

In contrast, Psalm 139:14 reminds us that we are “fearfully and wonderfully made.” I wonder what it would be like to truly believe this, to begin each day being reminded of it. Perhaps you can sit with those words for a few minutes. Consider their impact on you and what this tells you. 

The question “What are you doing?” can feel almost confrontational. Does it challenge us? Our purpose, like our identity, can feel fragile. It is easy to downplay the roles that we have, and the adverbs of ‘just’ and ‘only’ can too easily sneak their way into our vocabulary when we describe our actions and what we do. 

One thing I have noticed more recently is that many of the messages in the Bible that seem linked to purpose are given collectively. For example, the often-quoted passage of Jeremiah 29:11 which says, ‘“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future,”’ was spoken to the group of Jews who had been exiled into Egypt. In our individualistic society, we can forget our purposes are at least partially communal. This is one of the things I like about being part of Ocean Church, where we strive to be part of a community of adventurers, embodying faith through shared experiences. It’s not all down to me – but I am part of a community who are intentionally seeking transformation and have my role to play. 

“Who are you? What are you doing here?”  We’re back where we started. There may not be a Roman sentry demanding our immediate response but the challenges remain as we grapple them, encouraging us to focus on our identity and purpose. Which leads us inevitably to, how do you answer these questions?

pebbles

Do you have a favourite stony beach? Don’t get me wrong, we all love a sandy beach and all that it entails: sandcastles, massive holes, comfortable sunbathing and so on. But a stony beach is great in its own right. Our favourite has long been Budleigh Salterton from when we lived in Devon. Aside from having an incredible name and a teashop that serves a high class cream tea (the secrets in the doilies), the pebbles on the beach are perfect. 

I love the approach to the seafront. As you get closer you can hear the suck of the waves on the pebbles and the clack and rattle of the smaller ones rolling over each other as they get dragged interminably out to sea and back to shore. A place to hear the very voice of God.

As a family we play ‘choose your favourite pebble’. Rock* and roll, I know. But which one to choose? Pearly white, reflecting the sun or multicoloured with hints of pink and bluey green? Perfectly smooth or pitted and cracked with imperfections? Rounded and oval or misshapen? Fat or flat? Or what about the one with the hole right through it?

Next time you go to a stony beach try playing our game. Feel the pebble you choose. Is it smooth or grainy? Consider it, its weight, shape and colour. Pebbles are formed over long periods of time; the friction of water and being battered by other pebbles smoothing edges and shaping them, making them beautiful. Where has your pebble come from? Where did its journey start? Maybe a desert or a volcano, depending on the type of rock.

Could you allow God to speak to you through your pebble? What journey are you on? Where did it start? What events of life have worn you down or smoothed your sharp edges? How have you been battered or smashed, ground down, but then moulded and shaped? What imperfections are there?

In some ways I feel battered and broken, worn and ground down. Certainly feeling the mileage these days. But I completely believe that God is shaping me, like a pebble in the ocean. Maybe not beautiful yet: does that mean more friction to come?

2 Corinthians 4 verses 8-10: “We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.”

I’ll let the great Paul Weller have the final word.

Like pebbles on a beach

Kicked around, displaced by feet

Oh, like broken stones

They’re all trying to get home

(Broken Stones by Paul Weller)

* Pun intended. Apologies.

on being cold

Something was amiss in Shell Bay. There was plenty of us, it was a beautiful day with lots of potential to encounter God in the elements. Still, there was one nagging feeling that affected our time there. Obvious to some. But not me.

It was cold.

I felt it more on Saturday, trudging into the harbour for a cold dip. The initial shock stole my breath and my body didn't seem happy. As soon as I put my shoulders in, I thought it was now time to get out. I realised later that I had seen the dip as a challenge, something to achieve and overcome, not something to experience or be present to. It turns out that organising dips might be easier than actually dipping. 

Sometimes at Ocean Church, we have a "battle through" mentality. We keep going with what we have planned regardless of how people are feeling, pushing forward because we think the program is more important than how the conditions are affecting us. But perhaps the cold teaches us something different. Perhaps it's not always about pushing through, but about listening—pausing to notice what the moment is asking of us. Sharing information on the beach can be difficult—words get lost in the wind, attention shifts with the waves, and sometimes, what we try to say doesn’t land.

So how, then, do we deepen faith? how to we tell the Christian story to each other? Maybe faith isn't just about resilience but about responsiveness, about knowing when to press on and when to let the cold shape us, guide us, even change our course. Maybe deepening faith isn’t just about talking but about experiencing, about paying attention to what’s happening around us, what’s stirring within us, and how God is already moving in the silence, in the elements, in the very things we often try to push past. God might be objective, but our experience of him is so fragile and changeable. Ocean Church provides the chance to prioritize embodied faith—engaging with God through experience first, before processing it cognitively. 

Cold exposure triggers a series of physiological responses in the body. When we are exposed to cold, our blood vessels constrict to preserve heat, redirecting blood flow to our core. This helps keep our vital organs warm but leaves our hands and feet numb. Shivering then kicks in—our muscles contract involuntarily, generating heat but also making it harder to move with precision. Prolonged exposure can slow brain function, making it harder to focus, process information, and even articulate thoughts clearly. The cold is hungry. It demands energy, drawing our attention inward toward survival rather than outward toward engagement.

So what does this mean for faith in outdoor spaces? The cold/ wet/ heat/ (insert other distracting conditions here) shouldn't be an elephant in the room, nor something we tut about. It means we need to recognize the effect of the elements on our ability to be present and call it out into the open. It means adapting how we worship and learn, making room for movement instead of stillness, for action rather than long discussions. It means embracing warmth—through shared physical activity, storytelling, or even simple rituals like holding a warm drink together. If cold narrows our focus to what keeps us alive, then maybe faith in these spaces needs to be about what brings us life. Not just enduring the elements but responding to them in ways that deepen our connection—to each other, to creation, and to God.

running

I love running. Since getting into it about three years ago, I have found that it to be rewarding in many ways. Having goals to work towards and seeing improvements have been motivating. Probably more importantly for me however, has been having the time to let my mind wander, process and work through what is going on in my life. Fortunately for me, within about ten minutes, I can find myself in nature and when I’m feeling in the right place, I can let that teach me lessons too. 

There are a few references to running in the New Testament. In one of them, Hebrews 12:1 says, “Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.” This led me into thinking about what this might mean or how it could apply to my life now. One thing that leaps to mind is that endurance running is not a sprint. Trying to cram everything into too short a time will quickly lead to exhaustion and having to slow down or even stop. Going at a sustainable, purposeful pace in life, which will vary from person to person, is much more constructive. There are times when the speed of life picks up or slows down which is natural and ok but our journey of faith is one for the long-haul. Haring off will not be helpful. 

Running with endurance requires training. Regular patterns of feeding our souls and having appropriate practices will strengthen our lives of faith. Ways this can be expressed include by regularly meeting with others and sharing what is going on in your life. Reading scripture or learning more can expand our knowledge and understanding of the divine. Our faith can also be consolidated by listening to talks and podcasts or taking time out to listen, pray or meditate. This training will help prepare us for those parts of the race of life that is difficult, when giving up or quitting hold more attraction. 

Finally, although there are many ways that it can be refined and bodies can be made stronger, running fundamentally boils down to repeatedly putting one foot in front of the other. It’s not complicated. It’s not glamorous. It strikes me that for many of the characters that I learned stories about growing up within a church context, the Bible only tells of one or two main events in their lives. For the rest of it, I wonder if their lives comprised mainly of the consistent and repetitive taking the next step, making the next best choice. This training, this repetition, these sustained practices then meant they would have been prepared to make those positive choices when it was important to do so. If this is true, it can give us encouragement when life seems like a plod, with no end in sight. If we can just keep putting one foot in front of the other, to keep pushing forwards even when conditions are tough, we will be running the race that is our lives with endurance in the way that the writer of the letter to the Hebrews was encouraging.

Baptism

Baptism is quite a weird thing, especially if you’re not from a church background. To be fair, even those from a church background would agree that it looks quite odd.

In front of a group of people someone - fully clothed - is lowered completely into water before being helped back up again and everyone claps and cheers. They’re dunked. This often takes place inside a Church building in a ‘baptistry’. This could be a hidden teeny pool at the front normally hidden under floorboards (I got baptised in a place like this, it was a little like magic when the floorboards came up) or in a strange movable dismantle-and-put-back-together pool like the one shown. Like a less fun hot tub. Or it can take place outdoors, in a real pool or a river or the sea. Perhaps more naturally. 

So what is going on? 

A sign

Baptism is a sign of faith in Jesus. It is someone publicly saying that they want to follow Jesus as God and as being in charge. 

A sacrament

It is also a physical act that symbolises a spiritual reality. It is an outward sign of God’s grace in saving.

A cleaning.

A bit like taking a bath to get rid of muck and dirt, it represents being cleaned from sin (failing to love God and others, breaking God’s trust, stuff we do that is wrong). This shows the forgiveness and grace that has been received. 

It also represents death and resurrection. The person dies in the water to their old self or way of life and is then born again when they come back out of the water. They are raised to new life in Jesus. 

I’ve been reading ‘I found my tribe’ by Ruth Fitzmaurice, a brilliant book. It’s not spiritual, but it is really. She says “the sea is my salvation”, “the sea saves me” and “We all need saving again and again and again.” There is a recognition that salvation is found in the water, in the sea. 

This echoes something of baptism which is, let’s be honest, a bizarre act. But also a rich symbol of faith, salvation and the hope of new life. 

At Ocean Church we are going to be celebrating some baptisms this Easter. We’ll do this outside, in the water! Come and join us!

The Advice Process: A New Way to Make Decisions

Making decisions together can be tough. If you're the one making a choice in your family, school, club, or church, it can feel like a big responsibility. And I have questions…

Most groups make decisions in one of two ways:

• Top-down – One person or a small group decides everything.

• Consensus – Everyone talks about it and agrees together.

I’ve seen both ways in action. Businesses and charities usually use the first, while churches often use the second, where everyone prays and decides together.

But both of these ways have problems:

If one person makes the decision:

• What if they get it wrong?

• What if someone else knows more about the topic?

• What if their choice actually slows things down?

• What if they don’t have all the information they need?

If everyone makes the decision together:

• How do you keep things from becoming a boring compromise?

• How can you still be quick and flexible?

• How do you let people be creative and try new things?

A New Way: The Advice Process

A while back, I encountered a different approach called the Advice Process. You can read a good introduction about it here.

The Advice Process lets people make decisions without needing permission from a boss or group vote. Instead, they ask for advice from others before making a choice.

Why This Matters for Ocean Church

Ocean Church is still new, and right now, a small group is making most of the decisions. We’ve set up the charity, created a vision, and started working on rules and policies. But I don’t want it to stay like this. I don’t want a small group to have all the power.

I would like ANYONE who wants to help Ocean Church grow to have a say and suggest new ideas and projects. No matter your age, gender, background, abilities, or beliefs, you should be able to take part in shaping this community.

How It Works

If you have an idea to improve, create, or change something in Ocean Church, ask yourself:

• Am I the right person to do something about this?

  • If not, find out who is, and they will become the decision-maker (if they would like to be).

The decision-maker then asks for advice from at least three people:

1. Anyone affected by the decision (friends, group members, etc.).

2. Anyone with more experience (people who have done this before).

3. God (through prayer and reflection).

Advice is just that—advice. People don’t vote on the idea or stop it from happening. Instead, they help the decision-maker think through the idea.

Once the decision-maker has the advice, they share three things at an Ocean Church gathering:

• Their idea.

• What advice they got.

• What they plan to do next.

Then, they go ahead and do it!

Some playground Rules

The Advice Process isn’t a free-for-all. It should help Ocean Church stay true to its mission while allowing people to take action. Here are a few guidelines:

1. Every decision should match our vision: To reimagine church as a living, breathing adventure.

2. Every decision should reflect our values: Fun, Relationships, and Adventure.

3. Every decision should follow our rules, like safety and privacy policies.

4. We want to put our money where our mouth is:

   • If an idea costs up to £100, the decision-maker must involve Becky Nixon, our treasurer in the advice process.

   • If it’s more than £100, they must involve at least one other Ocean Church trustee too.

5. This is a spiritual process. Praying and listening to God is part of making good decisions.

6. No leader can block an idea. If the decision-maker has followed the Advice Process, their choice should stand.

7. This is an experiment. Not many groups lead this way. We’ll need to practice, learn, and trust the process. We also need to be kind, patient, and open—especially when people suggest things we wouldn’t have thought of ourselves. Mistakes will happen, but this should be a safe space to try new things.

By using the Advice Process, we want create a church where everyone can lead, contribute, and help Ocean Church grow into the adventure it’s meant to be. Do let us know via the WhatsApp group or give us a call to let us know what you think about it. We will have a chance to think about this in more depth when we next get together.

Liberated

Growing up in the church, I have always been familiar with language of ‘being saved.’ During

a year living in South America, I was introduced to Liberation Theology, which led me to

consider the idea of liberation as well as salvation. The distinction between these terms is

subtle.

Being saved often has the connotations of avoiding a potential problem or disaster.

Someone else intervenes, preventing you from taking a negative course of action. In a

religious setting, you are warned off the road to Hell and Jesus saves you from it. Saved can

mean avoiding an adverse situation or disaster in some form, perhaps inferring that at

present you are not yet fully aware of the predicament that requires you to be rescued.

Liberation has a different sense to it. The word that automatically springs to mind is

‘freedom’ which implies being captive to something in the first place. I’m not sure that in

western society we like the idea that we are bound by anything. When I first considered it, I

initially questioned what I had been liberated from and whether in fact I had. Being born

male, white, relatively affluent and well-educated has given me automatic freedoms that

others have not enjoyed. A bit of digging beneath the surface would suggest that I am more

captive to ideas or patterns that I’d like to admit.

Very simplistically, being saved is sometimes understood as a ticket to Heaven when you

die. Being liberated has more of a focus on the present, being free from the things that bind

us. In fact, Jesus spoke to a people who were occupied by the Romans, who were

repressed and had significant limitations on their freedoms. Many Jews at the time were

looking for a saviour but Jesus refused to be a warrior or a fighter against the occupying

regime. The liberation he was offering did not involve overthrowing the ruling powers of the

day.

I wonder what we might need liberating from today. It might include consumerism or

materialism. It could include feeling the need to project our image in a particular way. For

some people, addictions can bind and restrict them.

In John 8:32, Jesus says that his those who believe in will know the truth and the truth will

set them free. Maybe some of the messages, the good news, that we could be reminding

ourselves of are things like:

• You can be free from negative thoughts.

• There is hope in the face of addiction.

• You don’t need to let your work consume your life.

• Money does not need to be your main priority.

• You can be free from worrying about what other people think about you.

I like the idea of liberation. It seems to point to the present and the future, providing

motivation to move forwards, to become more the people we were created to be. Perhaps

we can take the time to consider what we can be free from and lean into that freedom that is

offered.

‘Adventuring with God’: Hiking with Rach & Mim, part 1.

The first part of the title is something we like to say at Ocean Church (OC), but what does that actually look like?

Ok, so it could mean many things! However if you know me, you know I like to keep things simple. So for me ‘adventuring with God’ is literally going on adventures, (and we are told that God is always present, so therefore…) with God.

The dictionary definition of adventure is: an unusual, exciting, and possibly dangerous activity, such as a trip or experience, or the excitement produced by such an activity. The hikes I have done with other members of OC are definitely adventures!

How did it start? Well John in his usual way was asking us about 18 months ago, to come forward with things we enjoy doing, that could be incorporated into the activities and habits of OC. I mentioned (in my usual way of always having something to add) that I loved walking, especially by the coast.

Earlier that year in training to climb Mount Snowden, I had spent quite a bit of time on the ups and downs of the Jurassic coast with friends and fell in love with it. The scenery, the exercise, the fresh air, being away from cars, concrete and ‘busy’ people, was so good for my soul, especially being by the sea.

Hearing its amazing roars, watching the sun sparkle and dance on the surface, seeing the line where the sky meets the sea (….and it calls me 🎶), following fast and slow streams that meet the sea and all the time being in awe of the mysteries and life that go on under the surface.

I didn’t want this ‘training’ to stop, even though I had completed the Snowden challenge (maybe more to come on that another time).

I can’t remember how it was arranged, but one day me and Mim did my favourite walk of Lulworth to Durdle Door and then back for ice cream. That adventure sparked something special for us both.

We realised we didn’t really know each other that well between the small talk and deep spiritual discussions at OC. Also, our kids (Dylan, Jake and Tilly) obviously knew each other, but hadn’t spent any time actually together. Our families getting to know each other in so many ways has been the biggest blessing of all.

That first trip set the tone for all the rest and we laugh so much when we tell others about it… we met in the car park, I change into my hiking boots and make sure I’ve got what we need in my hiking back pack….Mim and boys just hang around waiting for me in their Nike trainers and no stuff. Seriously….no stuff!

It still panics me now. Even though I’m an extreme extrovert (you may remember from that exercise we did at OC once, where we all lined up) I get my energy from being with others and spontaneous. Somehow though I have to pack for everything! ‘Just in case’ seems to be my motto (and Marc’s nemesis).

So we walk and very swiftly it is apparent that Tilly matches Dylan and Jake’s level of energy, curiosity and craziness. They complain the walk is long one moment and have no energy, and the next they’ve created a game which has them running back n forth on themselves while us parents are just aiming one foot forward.

It’s not long till the kids are hungry and thirsty, so we share out what I’ve got in my bag. We get to durdle door and the kids want to go down- ok cool, but we warn them we will need to come back up again- they agree that’s fine. We are close to the sea- they want to go in- I pull out costumes for me & Tilly and we have one spare pair of shorts. One of the boys nab them and the other goes in pants. It was awesome! So clear and fresh! I’ve never actually swam near the Door, despite it being one of my favourite spots. The water got deep pretty quick and the waves were rather strong, as I was the only adult in the water we kept it short and didn’t go too far out.

We dried off with the two towels I had bought and climbed back up- me and Mim using the stairs, the kids via their own route up the cliff edge. My first aid kit came in handy, as one of them had a graze on their leg. Then they were hungry and we didn’t have enough food to satisfy them all, so we got hot dogs- over priced hot dogs! (We learnt our lesson that day).

Then came some roley-poley-ing down hills and crazy ‘dares’ that got us back to the beginning. As promised, we went for ice cream, Jake was delighted as the place on the corner is ‘Jake’s ice cream’- the little entrepreneurs that they were, the boys had once spent their pocket money on buying drinks from Macro, cooling them and then selling them for a profit at the beach! Jake said this was his dream and wanted to meet the Jake of ‘Jake’s ice cream’. We found out that ‘Jake’ was actually the ladies dog who had passed away a few years ago.

We took a stroll down to Lulworth cove while eating said ice cream (can highly recommend) Me and Mim sat on a rock, the kids played in the long grass on the hill behind us, we could hear them giggling….until we couldn’t!

We eventually found them further along the shore, and around the corner by a cave! They were totally unaware of the dangers (and trouble) they were in. They had just got caught up exploring new land, Gods’ creation, the beauty and wonders of where we were.

So by the end we were exhausted, Jake had a new life dream, Mim was un-prepared, we spent too much on hot dogs, we swam in new waters, there was a grazed leg and we’d lost the kids. But somehow we all agreed what an amazing time we had. This was in the summer of 2023.

Early 2024 the Goods told us of their aim to walk the south coastal path, and were hoping to do the first part- studland to Weymouth this year. They asked “would we like to join them on ‘some’ of the walks?” They have a book that details the routes, and a map they can highlight as they go. “Yeah sure, sounds fun”.

That first walk was the beginning of getting to know each other, almost a ‘first date’, are you the type of people we like to be around? And then once past that, it becomes ‘do life together’.

We’ve learnt of each other’s childhoods, early days of family life, how life is now, where there have been hard times and good and how God has been there along the way. What challenges we are facing right now and how we can pray for each other. We can see the beauty in each other’s kids’, what makes their personalities so special and help to speak into their lives in positive ways.

We don’t manage to meet up much between walks, but the walks have made our friendship deep and real, which is how I think Jesus did life. He walked a lot with his disciples, talking, telling stories, having fun and over coming challenges along the way. Everyday life is busy, so for me, these walks are our little slice of heaven, walking with friends as Jesus did, and out in nature- Gods beautiful creation.

Love Racheal x

The new seems to rest on the old

I've been thinking a bit about how Ocean Church isn't really a new concept; it's actually an old idea. The statue on the quay of Baden Powell (the guy who started the scout’s movement on Brownsea Island) reminds me that we didn't get here first but stand on a lot of history. Back in the day, before church buildings became the norm, early Christians in Britain gathered wherever they could—homes, open fields, by riversides. The natural world was their cathedral.

The Celtic Christians took this to heart, seeing the divine in the rugged landscapes of the British Isles. They held outdoor services, embracing nature as a testament to God's handiwork. Sacred groves, hilltops, stone circles—these were their places of worship, blending the spiritual with the natural. They often composed and recited prayers that celebrated the elements of nature, such as the sea, wind, and land, reflecting their belief in the sacredness of the natural world. This practice fostered a deep sense of connection between their faith and the environment, embodying a spirituality that was both earthed and transcendent.

As time went on, grand cathedrals and parish churches sprang up during the medieval period. But even then, outdoor worship didn't disappear. Open-air sermons, processions, and mystery plays in town squares kept the tradition alive, making faith accessible to all, beyond the walls.

In the 18th century, figures like John Wesley and George Whitefield ignited the Methodist movement by preaching in fields to thousands. Facing resistance from established churches, they took to the open air, breaking down social barriers and bringing messages of hope to miners, farmers, and anyone willing to listen.

And today, there's a resurgence of outdoor worship. Movements like Forest Church, Muddy Church and, closer to home, what we are doing is about reconnecting faith with the environment. By meeting in parks, on beaches, and even out on the water, we're tapping into practices that people hundreds of years ago may have done. The thing is though, many of us are starting from scratch. In a world where our food is wrapped up in packaging and our attention is held by many indoor pursuits, it’s difficult to gain knowledge of the natural world which might stir our imaginations and help our jaws drop at the world around us.

Here in Poole, Ocean Church embodies this age-old tradition. By gathering outdoors, we're not just embracing a modern trend but joining a lineage of believers who've found God in the midst of creation. Our open-air services are a testament to the enduring power of worship without walls, connecting us to both our spiritual ancestors and nature.

There’s something deeply grounding about being part of something that’s stood the test of time. It reminds us that faith isn’t just about innovation; it’s about connection—to each other, to creation, and to a God who has been present throughout it all. By joining with something old, we tap into a wisdom and rhythm that has carried countless others, and that same rhythm can carry us too.

Sight

A couple of years ago I realised that something was wrong. Apparently ‘they’* had decided to make the small print on packaging and labels much smaller and, as a result, unreadable. Who had taken this decision? Why was I not consulted?

I battled bravely on, straining to read the ridiculously tiny writing and occasionally being defeated and needing to guess at a cooking time or asking someone else for help. In the end though, enough was enough and I complained to a higher authority: my wife. Strangely, she didn’t agree that small print had just got smaller; she wondered whether the problem was with me and my eyesight.

Imagine my surprise when the optometrist at the opticians concluded that indeed I needed to wear glasses to help. Worse than this, they asked me my age and were completely unsurprised that my eyesight had got worse. Apparently this is very common. But the glasses made a complete difference. With glasses I can now read small print again. It turns out the problem was with me, not the entire rest of the world. The world was not actually conspiring against me.

Sadly, more often than I’d like to admit, this can be my reaction to problems: if there is something wrong then the fault lies with the world in general or at least someone else. Far more frequently than I care to acknowledge though, like my sight, the problem actually lies with me. Maybe I need to take a good look at myself first. With glasses on of course.

Jesus taught this in Matthew chapter 7:

“Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.

Quite strong. 

It is much easier to see faults and issues outside of ourselves but this won’t help me read cooking instructions.

 *you know them, the baddies who have too much power and influence in this world.

giving blood as worship

For a long time, I have found the words of Romans 12:1 compelling. Partly explained

by the fact that the original writer would not have split the letter into sections, it flows

from the end of the previous chapter so fluidly. If you have time, I’d encourage you to

read the end of Romans 11 before this verse which says:

And so, dear brothers and sisters, I plead with you to give your bodies to God

because of all he has done for you. Let them be a living and holy sacrifice –

the kind he will find acceptable. This is truly the way to worship him.

I’ve had a bee in my proverbial bonnet about how worship has been understood in

the church for more time than I can remember. It is possibly due to this that, more

recently, the realisation has struck me that one of my acts of worship involves some

me-time and being served snacks and drinks. I am referring to the fact that around

three times a year, I donate blood.

Giving blood is something I have done regularly since being a teenager. For the

slight inconvenience of taking an hour or so out of my day and having a needle in

your arm for a few minutes, you have the knowledge that your actions can literally

save someone’s life. Initially, I chose to donate from mildly altruistic reasons along

with the smug assurance that I’d done something a bit virtuous. As my

understanding of the verse above has developed, I have reframed my donations as

worship. During the period of screening and waiting, I am more reflective, especially

in remembering those I know who have needed a blood transfusion. I see my actions

as something that I can practically give to benefit others. I am reminded that all areas

of life are intended to be lived out for God.

Putting aside the potentially clumsy literal link of physically giving your body, I

wonder what sort of sacrifices God might expect of his followers in our day and age.

Giving blood for me involves a tiny fraction of my time each year. It makes me think

about what other areas of our lives we can reframe as service or sacrifice. Whether it

is caring for children or other family members, preparing packed lunches for a loved

one or making a phone call to someone who we know would benefit from it, this can

all be our worship. Potentially this mental shift will shift the emphasis we give to

those acts or mould the way we act.

I tend to look forward to the act of giving blood. I get to read a book, am encouraged

by health professionals to have a sugary or salty snack afterwards and have no

problem or phobia of needles. This won’t be the case for everyone. Sometimes

worship can be enjoyable but perhaps there more often it will be hard – sacrifice

tends to be. However, sometimes the reframing of our acts as part of our devotion

to the divine will help provide us with the purpose when worship is tough and is

costly in terms of time and energy.

A Snow bunting and other interuptions

Over the past few days, we celebrated my son Jake’s 10th birthday three times! On Saturday, one of the celebrations was a treasure hunt around Hamworthy, including the beautiful Hamworthy Park. While the boys raced off to find their first clue, I noticed a group of people with big cameras near the promenade. Curious, I walked over and saw that they were all focused on a small bird hopping around in the sand. It was about the size of a sparrow, with soft brown and white feathers. I took a little photo too. Later, I learned it was called a "snow bunting."

Snow buntings aren’t usually found on English beaches. They’re winter birds, often seen in much colder places. Seeing one here felt like such a special moment—a little piece of beauty where I didn’t expect it. It made me think about how life can surprise us with moments of wonder, just like this bird. Sometimes, things we didn’t plan for turn out to be just what we need.

That snow bunting made me think about the New Year. A new year can be like that bird—an invitation to pause, notice, and enjoy what’s around us. It’s easy to get caught up in plans and rushing through life, but what if we slowed down and looked for the small, surprising blessings in our days? What if we spent this year keeping an eye out for those special little moments, like snow buntings?

The Bible shows us that God often uses interruptions to teach us something important or to guide us in new ways. Think about Jonah, whose plans were interrupted by a big storm and a giant fish, or Mary, who was visited by an angel and given news that changed her life forever. These interruptions weren’t easy, but they became opportunities to grow, obey, and see God working in bigger ways. When interruptions happen, instead of feeling frustrated or afraid, we can ask, “What is God trying to show me here? How is this moment shaping me or leading me into something new?”

There’s a verse in the Bible from Lamentations that says, “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning” (Lamentations 3:22-23). This reminds me that every day is a new start, full of fresh chances and kindness from God. We don’t have to wait for something big to happen to feel hopeful. Instead, we can look for the good in each day, even if it’s something small, like seeing a bird on the beach.

So here’s my challenge for the New Year: look for the snow buntings in your life. Pay attention to the little joys and surprises that pop up. These moments remind us that we’re part of something much bigger. And as we notice these things, let’s make space in our lives for wonder, thankfulness, and the kind of grace that shows up fresh every single morning.

Family

I write this in that strange no-man's land between Christmas and New Year and my thoughts are still around Christmas…

Families are funny things. And Christmas time is often dominated by them. Family dynamics can make or break big celebratory meals and there can be unease or unspoken issues that cast long shadows, at the very least there’s that slightly awkward uncle who makes inappropriate jokes. For some reading this it might be the absence of family and loneliness that is hard over Christmas. It can be a really hard time for someone dealing with grief or separation.

The advent story presents an interesting family dynamic. A stressful long-distance journey, a lack of sleeping space in Bethlehem without even any blow-up beds available and - scandalous at the time - a pregnancy out of wedlock. 

We’re going to zoom in on one member of the original Christmas family: Joseph. Nativity-wise that is surely a plum role for someone, but dig a little deeper and he doesn’t actually get that many great lines: leading a donkey and knocking on doors mainly. However his role is crucial. Why? Famously, he’s not Jesus’ actual father. In fact when Joseph finds out that Mary is pregnant, he plans to divorce her quietly. This would actually have been a kindness as adultery was punishable by death at the time. Strangely these details don’t always make the primary school nativity play. 

But the Old Testament part of the Bible is full of prophecies about Jesus, the rescuer, the Messiah who was coming to save. Some of the prophecies centre on his family line, being of the line of possibly the most famous King of Israel, David (he of giant killing fame). Now crucially this is fulfilled, not through Mary, but through Joseph. He is of the line of David. It is through Joseph, his adoptive father, that Jesus fulfills many of the prophecies spoken about him. Joseph had a massive role to play in this redemptive history, by saying yes to God. 

It always astounds me that God’s plans, purposes and prophecies depend on normal, weak people. Like Joseph. Like me, and like you.

Joseph adopting Jesus into his family is right at the centre of the Christmas story. It links back to King David and someone of his family line ruling as King for ever. It even links back to Abraham and God blessing all nations through his seed. And it links forward to followers of Jesus today. 

Long, long ago he decided to adopt us into his family through Jesus Christ. (What pleasure he took in planning this!) He wanted us to enter into the celebration of his lavish gift-giving by the hand of his beloved Son.       Ephesians 5-6, the Message.

Through Jesus, we are adopted into the very family of God. Let's be honest: this family also has a few oddballs in it. But we are accepted as children of God, completely welcomed into His family and given all of the lavish gifts that come with this. Just as Joseph accepted and welcomed Jesus. 

Maybe Christmas has been a hard time for you on the family front, but it is also a reminder that Christ followers are adopted into the family of God.

Noticing

A couple of weeks ago, I was running along Holes Bay towards the centre of Poole when I

noticed the RNLI building. It’s quite distinctive and I was appreciating the architecture of it

when a thought struck me. How had I failed to spot it before?! For some context, I have lived

in Poole for the best part of 17 years and have regularly run or cycled along the road I was

on at the time. If previously I’d lifted my eyes in the right direction and paid attention, I’d

easily have seen it.

This is not the first time something similar has happened to me. After living in a flat for a year

and a half, I was unable to identify the colour of the distinctive bricks of our residence,

without looking. It was also only in the last couple of weeks that a set of equipment was

found by a colleague in my cupboard. These were resources that that we had been looking

for a couple of weeks. It seems I just find it difficult to notice my surroundings.

Over the last couple of weeks, I have been reading Advent and Christmas, a book based on

Henri Nouwen’s writings. In the very first reflection, it refers to the “small child of Bethlehem,”

hinting at how Jesus’ arrival was not widely acknowledged at the time. If at that first

Christmas, “the promise is hidden in the stable,” where might we find God’s ongoing

promises with his creation today?

It is so easy to speed through life and to give the majority of our attention to that which is

loud, overstated or impressive. Since starting the book, I have tried to be more intentional

with being aware of the presence of the divine in and around me, slowing and concentrating

my thoughts more often. For me, I often find this easier when out running because the time

alone carves space that can be deliberately focused on goodness around me.

Nothing I have encountered is dramatic. I’ve seen the way that even when many trees have

shed their leaves, signs of life still endure on them as ivy or other vine-like plants use their

trunks as supports. When I’ve found myself further away from traffic than normal, my ears

have been drawn to birdsong and the rustling of small creatures in undergrowth that I have

not identified. I have appreciated eating a meal I haven’t been involved in preparing or

cooking. During rainfall, I have enjoyed its cooling sensation and felt gratitude for its vital role

in food production. While at close to my maximum effort on a run, I’ve enjoyed the

combination of pain and childlike appreciation of feeling as fast as I can be. I’ve also

experienced the hair-raising swell from a children’s choir filling the church during a carol

concert. None of these examples have been ecstatic or especially life-changing experiences

but through being mindful of them, they have helped me feel more rooted and connected to

God.

As Christmas edges nearer, in the busyness and the mayhem, we can choose to notice the

signs of the divine around us. Perhaps this is something to motivate you heading into a new

year, to be more intentional about noticing. Although it may be easier outdoors, regardless of

where you are, if you look carefully, there will be evidence of the goodness of God. The

promise that was found in that stable in Bethlehem two millennia ago, can be spotted and

recognised in different guises in our lives today. What will you choose to notice?

Christmas through the back door

Christmas often feels like a warm invitation to the front porch—a lit tree in the window, carols spilling out into the cold night. But the story of Jesus' birth in Luke 2 flips this image upside down. This isn’t a tale about grandeur; it’s a story of God slipping quietly into the world through the back door.

The main stage of Luke’s narrative isn’t just the humble manger scene—it’s the shadow of the empire looming over it. The chapter begins with Caesar Augustus, the emperor who commanded the known world. He was the son of God in his day, hailed as the savior who brought peace—the Pax Romana. His reign was announced with “good news” (euangelion)—a term we’ve come to associate with Jesus, but which was originally used to declare Caesar’s victories and his divine favor.

Luke’s story isn’t just a sweet moment in a stable. It’s a direct challenge to the empire's narrative. Caesar claimed to be the bringer of peace, but his peace was built on violence and domination. His good news wasn’t for shepherds in fields or peasants on the margins. And yet, the angel in Luke 2 delivers euangelion—“good news of great joy for all people.” All people, not just the elite or the powerful.

The subversion doesn’t stop there. When the angel says that a Savior has been born, it’s a direct echo of Caesar’s title. The early Christians took the language of the empire—son of God, savior, gospel, peace—and applied it to Jesus. But in doing so, they didn’t simply copy it; they redefined it. Jesus’ peace isn’t enforced with armies. His good news doesn’t come with a sword. His kingdom, born in a back alley, exposes the emptiness of empire and invites us into a new way of life.

At Christmas, we often focus on the cozy, the nostalgic. But the story of Jesus' birth asks us to look deeper. Who holds power today? Who claims to bring peace, but at what cost? Who declares good news, but for whose benefit?

And then, where is Jesus showing up? He’s still entering through the back door, among the forgotten and the overlooked. He’s still subverting the narratives of power with a quiet but profound invitation to a different kind of kingdom.

This Christmas, as we gather around familiar traditions, let’s remember the radical truth at the heart of the story. It’s not Caesar’s world we live in. It’s God’s. And this God doesn’t need the front door.

Light

This blog is going to dig into Christmas. This may be a really fun time of year for you or it could present many challenges. Try using this blog as a way to step back and reflect for just a moment.

We’re in the darkest part of the year in the UK. We don’t see much sunlight, going out to work in the darkness and coming home in the dark as well. It can all get a bit depressing. Seasonal affective disorder is a real thing that affects many people. One of the ways we often combat this is with artificial Christmas lights to bring some light and cheer. This then opens up the debate between cool and warm lights: what do you prefer? Artificial light emits a static spectrum. Cool white LED and most fluorescents mimic daylight which is blue rich, from the blue end of the spectrum. This can interfere with our sleep and recovery, it’s not good for us at night. 

Warmer lights and traditional incandescent light sources mimic sunsets which are red-rich, so they are good for evening illumination but don’t make us feel light and alert. All artificial light has a different mix of biological and energy impacts.

Natural light is completely different. It is full spectrum, containing all the colours of the rainbow, and dynamic, so the intensity and mix of colours change throughout the day. High blue content to wake us up in the morning to soft red-rich in the evening which tells our bodies to relax and get ready for sleep.

It is also a different level of power. In terms of lux (the unit used to measure light, didn’t you know?) sunlight measures between 50,000 and 100,000 lux. An average artificial light bulb is 250-500 lux, even a light box is only 10,000 lux. 

Followers of Jesus suggest that there is a source of spiritual light as well. We can spend a lot of time looking for sources of light that are pale imitations of the real thing, weak in lux terms and that don’t do us the good of the real thing. In the Christmas story Jesus is described as the light many times, described as the sun, the source of natural powerful light.

 The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; a light has dawned on those living in the land of darkness. (Isaiah 9:2)

 Jesus is true, natural, full spectrum, dynamic light. 

 As I think about the darkness inside me and the darkness outside in the world, can I make some time this season to spend in the natural sun and with the real light of the world?

An advent prayer from Henri Nouwen:

 Lord Jesus,

Master of both the light and the darkness, 

send your Holy Spirit upon our preparations for Christmas.

We who have so much to do and seek quiet spaces to hear your voice each day,

We who are anxious over many things look forward to your coming among us.

We who are blessed in so many ways long for the complete joy of your kingdom.

We whose hearts are heavy seek the joy of your presence.

We are your people, walking in darkness, yet seeking the light.

To you we say, “Come Lord Jesus!’

Vision

We have a dream for Ocean Church, and we think God has given us some big, exciting work to do. It’s simple, it’s inspiring, and it’s going to take a while. 

Our vision is this: to make church a living, breathing adventure.

When I was a kid, my parents told me that church wasn’t a building—it was the people. But let’s be honest: when most of us hear the word “church,” we still think of a building, some chairs, a talk, and maybe a few songs. Even after years of ministry, I catch myself doing it too. But what if church didn’t have to look like that? What if it didn’t have to happen in a building or even on a Sunday? What if church could be less like school and more like an adventure—something we live, explore, and experience together?

Here’s what I believe: God is the ultimate adventurer. He created the world and then stepped right into it as Jesus. That was risky, new, and full of possibilities. The Bible even calls Jesus the “pioneer” of our faith. He was the first to journey through death and come out the other side, blazing a trail for us to follow. When Jesus called his disciples, he didn’t just sit them in a classroom. He took them on an adventure. They followed him through cities, across lakes, into deserts, and up mountains. He sent them out to do the same. That’s what he’s asking us to do too.

The Bible tells us we can see God in the world around us. In Romans, it says: 

“Open your eyes and there it is! By taking a long and thoughtful look at what God has created, people have always been able to see what their eyes as such can’t see: eternal power, for instance, and the mystery of his divine being.” (Romans 1:20, MSG). 

I grew up believing that the main way to understand God was through reading the Bible. And while that’s true—(it’s the authority for how I want to live my life)—I’ve come to realize it’s not the whole picture. Limiting God to the pages of the Bible feels a bit like saying He only works within the walls of a church. What I’ve discovered is that the Bible itself invites us to look further, to see God at work in the world He created with his words as well as the ones that got written down.

The Oyster Catchers by the shore, the gentle flow of the River Stour, the black tongue fungi hidden in the woods—each of them whispers something about who God is and what He’s up to. They’re part of His great story, waiting to be noticed, if we’re willing to stop and take a second, deeper look.

Ocean Church is becoming a community of adventurers. We don’t just sit and listen—we hike, paddle, camp, and explore together. Adventure means trying something new, stepping into the unknown, and being ready for surprises. But it also means being prepared—packing well, knowing the route, and helping each other along the way. Here’s the amazing part: many of you are already doing this! You’re sea swimmers, wild campers, hikers, surfers, and mountain bikers. We’re not asking you to add more to your busy life. Instead, we’re asking this: 

How might God be using my adventures to display himself? And is there room for someone else to join in?

We imagine a future where Ocean Church becomes a “base camp” for spiritual adventures. Here’s what that might look like: Strong roots and identity in God and his word. A set of habits which shape the way we actually live. A  library where we can borrow gear from each other; a shared adventure fund to help people start new journeys; a place where we rest, refuel, and cheer each other on after we’ve been out exploring. 

After Christmas, we’ll gather to pray and listen for what God wants us to do next. For now, take a moment to pray about this vision. Does it spark something in your heart? How might God be inviting you to respond?

Kids, this is for you too. I’ve tried really hard to write this in a way you can understand because your voice is just as important as the grown-ups’. If you’ve got a minute, I’d love for you to read this or have someone read it with you. What do you think about the idea of church being an adventure?

Here’s the thing: we want you to have a say in what Ocean Church looks like and how we do things. Maybe you have ideas for adventures, places we could explore, or things you’d like to try. As we go forward, we’re going to find ways to make sure you get to share your ideas, make decisions, and help shape this community just as much as the adults do—because this is your adventure too. Let us know what’s on your mind, because your voice matters.

We think that God is beginning to stir something. Vision isnt held by one person or by a team, its held by a community of people. As Christmas approaches why dont you find a moment to be with God and ask him where you might be on this journey?

Wrestling with God

There is an unusual passage in Genesis 32. It is the night before Jacob is due to meet up
again with Esau. This is the brother whose inheritance he gained through a trick, which
caused him to flee, fearing for his life. Jacob spends the night isolated, away from his family,
nervously awaiting reuniting with his older sibling. It is during this time that the storyteller
says a man came and wrestled with Jacob until dawn. The fighting ends with this man
wrenching his hip out of joint (which interestingly could be translated more as a euphemism–
Jacob has no more children after this event so you can join the dots) when he refuses to let
go of the man. In the unusual dialogue that follows, considering they have been wrestling all
night, Jacob’s name is changed.

“Your name will no longer be Jacob,” the man told him. “From now on you will be called
Israel, because you have fought with God and with men and have won.” Genesis 32: 28
(NLT)

There is a lot going on here in the language of this passage. The name Israel can be
translated as ‘one who struggles with God’ which is relevant etymology because this
becomes the name given to the collective people of God in Hebrew scriptures. God’s people
self-identify not as ‘followers’ or ‘worshippers’ but as those who ‘wrestle with God.’

What kind of a god would let a human wrestle with them? It seems like one that is willing to
get down on the same level of mankind. It speaks of a god who is relatable and intimate, not
one that is distant and aloof. One that is in the sweat and struggles of life, not just a concept
or a construct of the mind. Intriguingly, the man in this story is unable to overpower Jacob,
meaning that the divine figure does not have an all-powerful nature emphasised, one that is
often taught to Christians.

There is a sort of irony tied up that this event from scripture is one it is natural to wrestle
with. For example, who was the man Jacob fought with? Jacob named the place where the
combat took place Peniel, which means ‘face of God,’ claiming in verse 30 to have seen God
face to face and survived. So was this man in some way divine? And how do we square that
with other parts of the Bible, such as John, claiming that no one has seen God? (See John
1:18 for example.)

I’m not going to attempt to try to answer all these questions. What does appear clear is that
wrestling with God seems implicitly encouraged. Jacob is blessed as a result of refusing to
submit to the somehow divine figure he was grappling with, not punished for refusing to
submit or just believing what he had been told. Despite this, struggling with God may also
cause us to limp metaphorically too. When we raise deep and dark situations and questions
with our creator, we may come out the other side changed.

As a result, there is no need for struggling to be the source of guilt about a lack of faith. We
can take reassurance from this story that instead Jacob is part of trend for other biblical
figures. This includes to Abraham negotiating on the number of decent people to be found in
Sodom for it to be saved from destruction, to Moses asking for a speaker in Aaron, to the
many psalms which question God and lament God’s actions. We can be part of a tradition
that encounters the divine in new ways in the struggles and through the challenges life
sends our way.

Co-authors

A few blogs ago I wrote about narrative and had planned to write a connected follow up. Sadly, this amazing plan failed because I forgot. Just remembered recently, so here goes…

 I don’t know about you, but books with co-authors sometimes concern me. When a hugely popular author partners with another writer is it just the lesser-known writer hanging onto the coat-tails of the famous one? You know what I mean, the size of the font used for the less famous name is staggeringly smaller. Or is the truth actually the other way around? Has the famous author just got someone else to do all the hard graft and put their name on the project? Cynical, I realise. But then what about famous sports (insert other areas of popular culture here as well) personalities who write incredibly literate autobiographies, using ghost writers? Ghost writer’s names don’t even make the front cover.

Sometimes, though, co-authors have an equal footing. My go-to-example here has to be the late, great Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, writing Good Omens. Genius. Apparently they took a lead with different plot lines and then wrote in each other’s styles to keep consistency. I’ll stop geeking out here and just encourage you to go and read Good Omens. Then come back and finish this blog off.

 Where were we? Oh yes, I wanted to link the idea of co-authoring to the story of our lives, as discussed in the previous blog.Who writes the narrative of our lives? Us? Fate? God or a Spiritual force? The Bible says that we are co-workers in God’s service (1 Corinthians 3:9). Throughout the story of the Bible we see God and people as active agents in life. It suggests that actually we are co-authors of our lives with God. Let that sit for a moment.

 Is God writing the story of our lives, introducing new characters, settings, allowing us to experience moments of conflict and resolution? Or do we make all of the decisions? Take responsibility for whatever happens, good or bad?

What might it mean to understand this idea of being co-authors? And who gets the larger font size on the front cover?

I am skirting around the outsides of a massive debate here about God’s sovereignty and human responsibility. Without going into any kind of details, the idea of being co-authors is to say that God is sovereign and in control and we make our own decisions and are responsible. At the same time.

How might I view life though, if I think of myself as a co-author with the King of all Kings? That we get to share the writing credits in some way? The Bible suggests that this isn’t only through the decisions and choices we make, but also through that great mystery: prayer. That we can pray and co-author with God Himself who acts on our prayers!

 Maybe this whole blog has just raised more questions than answers, but I encourage you to write the story of your life well, maybe even seeking advice from your co-author.

 Postscript:

To further extend this metaphor to near breaking point, I’ve also been thinking about how we’re not only co-authors of our own lives, but about our impact on the lives of others, Not as co-authors perhaps, but surely enough to get a mention in their acknowledgements section. Definitely our nearest and dearest. Now that is a motivation to write well and make sure the grammar and punctuation are correct.