Careless Refuse, Unwanted, Forgotten, Trash.Card Receipts, Unopened Fidget Trinkets.Curated Rubbish Upbraids Forgotten Tenancies.Clutter Residing Under Fridges. Tyrrany.Codified Relationship UnFunctioning. Tiredness.Clothes. Regrettable Undies. Feathers. Tawdry.Crude, Rude, Undesirable Fluffy Trash.
What is this fascination with looking into the inner workings of people’s private lives that has arisen in the social media age? The private belongs to the past; privacy no longer has primacy, is no longer held in security; our privacy is now the plaything of private companies, made publicly available for all the world … More The end of privacy 📱
I ‘ve just spent maybe a month trying to tune up and craft digital systems to help me think and plan and get my work done. If I could just get the right combination of systems – calendars, notes, to-dos etc., – all to work together seamlessly to show me what I need, when I … More Fooled by the new and shiny. Again.
On my deathbed, I know which one I’d regret missing out on.
Let me tell you about my son. My son who wouldn’t put his coat on outside even though it was minus 3 celsius this morning. (Eventually I managed to persuade him to be carried so that I could keep him vaguely warm with my body heat.) My son who had to be carried from the … More Don’t Rush Me
Singing of salvation In contemporary worship, we’re very used to singing about the cross. It’s no surprise that of the Top 100 songs sung in churches today, many of them feature or focus on the cross as God’s work of salvation for us. ‘In Christ Alone’, ‘Cornerstone’, ‘How Great Thou Art’, ‘What A Beautiful Name’, … More ‘Crucified with Christ’ – what the cross meant for Paul (Galatians 2:20)
I have nothing to write. It’s a bit like being stuck at a railway station when your train is cancelled. You’re used to jumping on an idea and riding the bumpy journey until you get off – or are thrown off – at a random narrative juncture. Instead your muse didn’t show up today, now … More Nothing to write
An argument for the existence of God from beauty is compelling – but problematic. … More An argument for an argument FOR God FROM beauty
(Written in October 2021) My legs are aching. My legs are aching from climbing 169 steps today up the lighthouse at Dungenness in Kent. My legs are aching from climbing up and then, as if dealing with the vertigo of climbing up the spiral around the widening gulf of empty space beneath us to a … More True Worth
And there was evening, and there was morning. The first day. From the opening passages of the Bible, with the account of the creation of the cosmos, immediately we hear the rhythm of the story. The rhythmic undulations of the poetry of the passage may be lost to us in translation, but a rhythm more … More Rhythm and Creation
Ben David Trigg 