Pitied by my Father

Our bereavements become entwined with times and seasons, so that the turning of the leaves or the feel of a … More

A society without Psalms

When contemporary poet Edward Clarke turned 40, he set himself the task of reading through the Authorised Version of the … More

Surprised by the Psalms

Yesterday in morning worship the first words we sang together were those of Psalm 100, unaccompanied. Around 100 people lifted … More