That’s my Grandad

11th February 1926 – 9th March 2011  Cycling down the road towards me is a man with fluorescent orange trousers, a bright blue jacket and a grey wooly hat – even though its summer. Unsurprisingly he’s known around town. As he cycles around a corner he spots a bright yellow treasure chest, full of gold…

One.

So as I get ready to go home and get back to life as I more generally know it, I am feeling a little overwhelmed. It is not in the least bit unusual I suppose. But my “fix-it” mind doesn’t cope well with knowing that I can’t actually fix it. The scale of the problem is huge….

The Problem of Pain

I’ve been reading C.S Lewis’ “The problem of pain” while I’ve been away. (Yes Nate, I did borrow it from your bookshelf!) For the last few years, after dealing with mum being ill and also after following a lot of what has been happening in Zimbabwe, I feel like I have intensely wrestled with the…

Watertanks and Mushrooms

Yesterday was a day of meetings. All very helpful, but not so fun to write about. Today, was a trip to the North West of Rwanda, right on the border of Uganda. I was exploring options for future teams to come out and support the work of Moucecore (a Tearfund partner). One option: help the…

Aeroplanes and Communities

“The saddest thing about life in the UK is that for most people, if they want an egg or some milk they’ll go to the shops.” When someone said that the other day I didn’t quite get why that was sad – until i thought back to when I was little and I’d go an…