On reflection

THERE’S a line in one of the seasonal hymns we sing in church which runs, “’Tis winter now, the fallen snow has left the heavens all coldly clear.” When this happens, areas and landscapes are almost s

THERE’S never a better time for reflecting than at the beginning of a new year, which reminds me of a game I once played with the children in my church early one January. “I want you to guess what par

WHEN Jade’s phone rang and the name “Mum” appeared on screen, her first reaction was to reject the call. Her mum communicated with her frequently, normally by text message, and often for the most mund

WE are lucky enough to see a lot of our two youngest grandsons. They live in the next town but go to school and nursery in our town. With their parents working, that leaves plenty of opportunities for

WOULD you look at the man!” Maggie said. She wasn’t much to look at herself, being as black as sin from the coal dust. She’d just finished a shift at the colliery screens, picking lumps of coal out of

GH ’s Simon Swift considers what future generations might make of our decisions about what to keep and what to let go of