A lot of my world-view is formed by the places I’ve been.

… the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began…

How fortunate, then, that we serve a God who quickens the dead. Who breathes life into the lifeless. Do you not think that a God who formed man out of dust can form a new...

I’ve never thought it strange to do highly contrasting things. I always thought it was all part and parcel of theatrical expression. At school, I loved doing revues, I was in a rock ‘n’ roll...