To be blunt, I’m not sure I’d want to take Jesus shopping with me. I don’t do shopping in company. Whether it’s underwear or groceries, I’ve always thought there are some things best done in solitude. And the thought of … Continue reading
This past Sunday at Collins Street we began a three-week series called City of Dreams, exploring the role of the church in urban life. There’s a paucity of prayers for the city, prayers that honour the distinctive presence of God … Continue reading
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This is a great initiative from Melbourne Central. It makes me smile every time I walk by. Just as the sign says: a little library where anyone can take a book or add a book. No charge and no membership. … Continue reading
I feel like a grump. An urban grouch. Here I am sitting in my city apartment, listening to the happy sound of empty bottles being dumped into the industrial bins below my bedroom window and wondering why on earth people … Continue reading
Routinely here in the city there is a man who stands across from the Bourke Street Mall holding high a large placard proclaiming his religious faith. In hand-painted words, sometimes misspelt, he declares God’s wrath, the reader’s depravity and the … Continue reading
A few weeks back I told the story of Samuel Pearce Carey, the 5th pastor of Collins Street. Carey arrived at the church at the turn of the 20th century, a time of extraordinary social change. As the 1900s kicked … Continue reading
This Sunday Collins Street Baptist Church celebrates 169 years in the city of Melbourne. That’s a heck of a long time. It certainly helps to put my half-century into perspective! Along the way CSBC has been led by some extraordinary … Continue reading
Last week I sat down at an outdoor café to drink and to read a little. Across from me sat an elderly man, disheveled, alone. I smiled. He returned a gentle, lingering grin of his own. ‘How are you?’ I … Continue reading
leaves on the water wall, city square
