It’s called a suicide note when someone writes something before they kill themselves.
What’s it called when you’re writing something and you die before you finish?
I have to admit, I googled 'Haiku' to find out what it was.
There’s this few-hundred year old maxim that goes thus: “Beauty is only skin-deep”.
What an ugly little saying.
These are photographs of my Mum and I, taken around 5 years before she died.
Cancer, if you're wondering.
I sat down with the fine chaps from the NYMC Podcast to talk about depression, leadership, ministry, family, therapy, poetry, and... contemplating suicide.
Don’t believe the hype, the church in Australia doesn’t lack for masculine leaders. It doesn’t. The tribes that I belong to are dripping with testosterone. (Metaphorically, obviously).
I guess it's my own fault for not doing things by the book. The Prayer Book, that is.
Christmas has arrived again, as it is wont to do, and just like that, everybody loses his mind.
We have this precarious arrangement with our kids that we will never lie to them when they ask us a question. And by 'lie' I mean all of them, the white ones, the grey ones, all of the hues that are available to us in these opaque times.
It's 2015 and I'm the oldest and fattest I've ever been.
Oldest, for all the usual reasons. Fattest, because when I turned 34 my body switched to one of those new low-flow metabolisms.
I'm the Prodigal Jon.
In 1981 I was born into a loving Christian family. It took me years to emancipate myself from all the nurture and nourishment I received as a child, but after 19 of them, I finally broke free.