Do you need breakthrough?
This is a blog with a difference. It is an honest look at life with a twist of the prophetic. Have you ever heard the expression “under pressure, something is formed?” Over time and with extreme temperature and pressure, diamonds are formed. Unless you are at diamond status, you are likely to be experiencing this in different ways in your life at the moment. It might be an issue with a family member, a long-term health problem, financial pressure that you just can’t shake or maybe you are going through life suffering with your wellbeing in silence. These are just a few examples; perhaps your situation is different. It’s not so much what you are going through, but how you are going through it and whether you understand the process you are in.
When you look at a diamond ring in a jewellery shop, perhaps you think wow, that is expensive. Well, they have been on an incredible journey to end up in the shop. In nature, diamonds are created within the Earth's mantle at depths exceeding 120 kilometres (75 miles), where temperatures soar, and pressures are immense. Over billions of years, carbon atoms bond in a crystal structure that results in the hardest known natural substance. These diamonds are then brought closer to Earth’s surface through volcanic eruptions, where they can be mined from kimberlite pipes, alluvial gravels, or glacial tills. Once out of the earth, its journey isn’t finished. A diamond seed is surrounded with carbon and subjected to high pressures and temperatures. The carbon melts and crystallises around the seed. So, you can see that throughout its life it is subjected to intense heat and pressure. But the outcome is beautiful and lasting.
Pressure is part of our life experience. If I take my own situation, I have a natural tendency to try and fix things when they become difficult. To focus on the problem and try to do all I can to sort it out. Subconsciously, I am jostling for control. The harder the problem, the harder I work at trying to fix it. I find myself in such a position at the moment. What about you? How do you deal with pressure?
As Christians, it is like we are in a partnership with God. He is the senior partner, and we are the junior partner. He wants to develop us as people and can allow situations in our lives to hone us and shape us.
I really need to change my default mechanism to try and fix things by asking God what are you trying to teach me? Trying to take control says I don’t trust you. I trust myself better. But that isn’t right. God can be trusted for all your needs and circumstances. As you read this, think about the circumstances that you find yourself in and how they manifest pressure.
God is bigger than our circumstances. He is faithful and can be trusted with every aspect of our lives, no matter how difficult they might seem.
The phrase "God meant it for good" is rooted in Genesis 50:20, where Joseph reflects on his hardships with his brothers and wrongly being put in prison and recognises that God used these circumstances for a greater purpose.
So, if you need breakthrough in your life, can I encourage you to go to God and ask him what he is trying to teach you? He may not speak immediately, but He always speaks eventually. And timing is more important than time to God.
With every blessing.
The passage of time
Time is a constant companion who walks with you throughout your life
It is like your heart that keeps on beating even when you are asleep
A friend who sits with you through life’s ups and downs without speaking
It holds your hand and offers you comfort whilst it quietly ticks on by
It punctuates so many milestones that you experience through your life
The decoration you wear around your wrist is a constant reminder
One thing is for certain, the hands of time will continue to turn
Time shares your life journey from the beginning through to the end
From your first breath until it’s time for you to pass into the next life
The artist in you commits paint to canvas to illustrate who you are
Each stroke is like “a first” in your life, your first step, your first word
You learn to walk, the day you go to school, when you start to ride a bike
find your first best friend, your first crush, your first kiss, and you find Jesus
your first pay cheque, your first drink, your first flight, having your heart broken,
You pass your driving test, start your first job, promotion, leave home, get married
Time moves on, it's time to buy your first house. Some are fortunate to have children
experience sleepless nights, go on family holidays, you realise that life is not all about you
When you are young, you don’t ever think that you will grow old, but when you are older
Your youth is traded for life experience, and you start to see things through your children
They go through all the same things you have been through, but illustrate them differently
We look back, but realise that the cogs of time will always continue to move forward
For those who are fortunate enough to find a life partner, you are no longer alone
The bed you used to sleep in doubles in size and there is another person in it!
The house you live in is furnished with things you chose and bought together
You decide how you are going to use your wages and learn about compromise
One of the gifts of marriage is the ability to share life’s ups and downs together
You support each other emotionally; you listen to each other and cheer each other up
You laugh together, cry together, and forge out a way for your children’s future
You’ve heard the song “Love Changes Everything.” Well, love changes as time goes by
The early stages are exciting, you can’t wait to be together again, they are shiny and new
There is a sense that you can take on the world. Before kids, Saturday mornings are lazy
Without realising it, you squander free time; your universe is small, just the two of you
Some of the shine wears off as you learn that you are not perfect and have flaws
Excitement is replaced with reality that you have bad habits, which can be irritating
Children arrive, and everything changes. You are no longer the centre of your universe
Somewhere along the way, your wedding vows become much more real to you
“For better, for worse, in sickness and in health” – you experience all of these things
You are given a spade and told to start building the foundations of your marriage
Digging can be hard work as the sun shines on your back, followed by vigorous rain
It becomes apparent that long-term commitment is more important than fuzzy feelings
You learn to dig in and work through disputes and problems, even when you don’t want to
Through life’s ups and downs, you realise that love is not a feeling, it’s an act of the will
You realise that the gift of time is one of the most precious commodities we have
For every single one of us, we can anticipate an appointment with the great unknown
We will gather up everything we have, everything we have learned and leave this world
Faith is at the centre of this transition. When it comes, we will go and be with Jesus
We will become new creatures, the old will pass away and the new will come
But until that day comes, let’s be grateful for the life we have and the time we have
Time teaches us that faith, hope, and love abound, but the greatest of these is love
Connection, community…and cost
Humans seem hard-wired to seek connection. From ‘finding your tribe’ to cliques that form in school and, looking back a little further, the idea that no man is an island, the need to connect is pervasive. You see it in culture as well where a country-wide obsession with the Traitors provided a frame of reference for communication and shared stories.
Could it be that we seek connection because we are actually hard-wired that way? That we have been made for connection and community?
Johann Hari (Lost Connections) argues that the root of modern anxiety and depression is more than just a chemical imbalance, it is disconnection. He identifies different types of disconnection as the root of modern emotional suffering: disconnection from meaningful work, other people, values, childhood trauma, status and respect, the natural world and a secure future.
I wonder if any of those resonate with you?
At Ocean Church we are trying to develop practices to aid connection, specifically to other people and the natural world, through our three habits. I recognise my need for this, but frequently come up against the cost of this.
Building connection always carries a cost, and it's nearly always upfront. Take connecting to nature. My amazing wife gets up early at least once every weekend to go sea swimming and the invitation is always open for me to join her and go for a run by the ocean. At my best, I take hold of this opportunity with both hands and love it. Running by the vast stretch of the ocean as the sun comes up is incredible. But… instead I could stay in bed where it is warm and snuggly and not go outside where, these days, it is frequently cold and damp.
When there I never regret it. The connection to creation, to the sea, the wind, glimpses of the winter sun. Time at the beach is never wasted.
Or take connecting to other people. We love having people round for a meal and making time to go deep (Big Table was great for this!) But there is still an upfront cost. Planning the meal, buying the food, tidying the house at least a little bit. But the conversation and community formed over food is fantastic.
I wonder if the bigger cost though, like Hari suggests, is in not connecting.
I believe there is another connection that is even more vital, the connection to the divine. Hari does talk about spirituality, but is not specific on this. Christianity teaches that we are made for community. More than this, God Himself is community, living in relationship as Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
In the book of Acts, Paul says God did this so that they would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from any one of us. ‘For in him we live and move and have our being.’ quoting a Cretan philosopher. How can we connect to the One in whom we actually have our being?
And again there is a cost involved. We are told to put others first, to turn the other cheek, to carry our cross, to suffer hardships. But a deeper cost was paid to enable us to connect with the Divine, the Holy, the Almighty. The cost of the cross.
So where does this leave us? Next weekend, shall I get out of bed early to connect with nature? Get organised and invite some friends round? Or seek, reach out for and find the One who is not far from any one of us?
Where are you connected?
Wild Minds
Our most recent season at Ocean Church involved exploring the idea of having Wild Minds.
It was an intentional time of considering how our thoughts link to faith. Additionally, it was the
first time I have explored the topic of neurodiversity within a church context. Some moments
from the last few months stand out. One of these was trying to depict my mind using items
could be found on the beach, such as sticks, shells and stones Try it – the process can
teach you, even if the end image doesn’t seem to reveal much! During another session, we
were asked whether we liked our minds. It was humbling to listen to others sharing
vulnerably about the challenges presented in living with their minds.
As part of the focus on Wild Minds, we hosted a book club at our house where we read
content where either the authors or the characters they included had neurodiversity of some
sort. It stimulated conversation about some of the challenges members of our community
have dealt with and face to this day with living with their own or a family member’s
neurodiversity. Hearing new voices helped me to understand in greater depth the journeys
that others are on.
Another way that Ocean Church facilitated this was through organising the Big Table
initiative. For us that involved three households, three Sundays in October and three meals.
Each week of our Big Table experience involved a focus on the hosts, generally driven by
questions from the guests. Our children asked and answered too and across the three
weeks an eclectic range of topics were covered. We discussed, among other things, what
the best thing about being in our family was, our favourite places, empowering teenagers,
favourite colours, the church in Spain and France, how we all ended up in Dorset and of
course, ‘Why Ocean Church?’
Being part of the Big Table gave us a shared experience of community and a wider window
into each other’s lives. Friendships and relationships were deepened; it felt a precious and
encouraging time. We were able to understand the contexts we come from better and learn
about each other’s passions. It’s been special and we are fortunate to have met up again
since and have put another date in the diary to gather, eat and share together.
On Christmas Day on the beach when we gathered as a church, we were asked if there
were a star leading us into the next year, where we thought it might be heading. I found this
challenging – is there a destination that I can articulate myself as heading towards at the
moment? At times this is helpful analogy: in fact, I have already referred to a journey earlier
in this blog. I am reminded though too that in the second chapter of Matthew, it says the star
stopped over the house where Jesus was. Sometimes it is important to stop like the Magi
and be present where you are.
It has become clearer to me from exploring the theme of Wild Minds that depth is important
in understanding of each other. Making time to dig deeper has been important. It has been a
privilege to be part of that in different ways. At the beginning of a new year, it is a reminder to
encourage us to reveal more of the layers of ourselves and allow others to see who we more
deeply are.
Be intentional in 2026
As the new year begins, it presents us all with an opportunity to do an audit of our lives. To
look at the things that take up our time and energy, and maybe think about where the gaps
are where we could get involved in other things.
This time last year, my wife, Jenny, decided to take some art classes. At the time, her
expectations were fairly low, but over the year, she has realised that she has a real gift. She
has created some great artwork, which is displayed in both our daughter’s hall and our
kitchen. Without the intent to attend the course, none of this would have become a reality.
For most of us, it is a challenge to look down the road and see what is in store for us this
year. Of course, there are the mundane things that populate our lives, but I want to focus
on where the road is about to disappear in this photograph. You can start with the best
intentions, but sometimes life has a habit of getting in the way of our progress. If you look
at where the road appears to run out, consider where you want to be and what you want to
be doing.
As a safe driver, you should look well ahead—farther than the car directly in front of you. In
life, we should do the same, but how far in front do we look?
Let’s imagine you are walking down the road of life, thinking about what you want to do this
year. What I want to say to you is “be intentional.” Whether it is your studies, your job,
your family, your friends, or what you get involved in within your community. It might be
how you are using your gifts at the moment (the things you are naturally good at) or how
you interact with other people in groups you attend. Think about the gaps in your life. Is
there something new that you could start doing that will enrich your life and the lives of
others? Perhaps you have been thinking about it for a while, but you have never really got
going. Maybe now is the time.
Being intentional particularly relates to our friendships. As I have gotten older, I have
realised that you have to work hard at relationships. You need to invest in them. Rather
than waiting for people to contact you, be intentional and be the first to reach out to them.
Using the image of the road, who are you walking with at the moment? We are not
designed to be islands. We are designed to be in relationship with others. Are there people
who have been significant in your life in the past who you have lost touch with? This might
be a good time to contact them. There may be people who have featured in your friendship
group, people who are good for you. Just as one piece of iron can sharpen another through
friction, people improve each other through interaction. Are there people like that who
have been in your life that you can look up and re-engage with? And thirdly, be alert to new
friendships in 2026. It was Michael Bublé who sang “I just haven’t met you yet.”
So, if you are looking for positive change in 2026, be intentional. I encourage you to put
that phrase in your memory bank and to start using it.
Until the next time. Happy New Year.
Wild Faith: A Guide to Finding God and Community in the Great Outdoors
There’s a moment that happens by the sea.
You know it.
The wind’s doing that thing where it messes up your hair and somehow clears your head at the same time. The tide is halfway out. Gulls are arguing about chips. The horizon just keeps going. And something in you loosens. Shoulders drop. Breathing slows. The noise inside quiets down enough for you to notice it’s been noisy for a while.
And right there—without a stained-glass window in sight—you feel it.
This feels holy.
For a lot of people, this is where God makes sense. Not in pews. Not in programmes. Not under fluorescent lights. But here. On a beach. In a forest. On a paddleboard drifting a little further than you meant to.
If that’s you—if you’d describe yourself as spiritual-but-not-religious, curious-but-cautious, open-but-done-with-institutions—then you’re not broken. You’re normal. You’re paying attention. Some people call this Wild Faith.
This is the heartbeat behind Ocean Church. We are an Outdoor Church in the UK, rooted on the Dorset coast around Poole and Bournemouth. We’re part of a growing wild Church movement, but more than that, we’re people trying to live faith as a way of life—salt-stung, wind-shaped, shared around tables, campfires and kayaks.
So grab a coffee. Let’s talk about why the wild keeps calling us—and why God so often meets us there.
The Theology of the Wild
Why God keeps showing up outside
Long before anyone built a church, God was already outside.
Walking in gardens. Speaking from burning bushes. Meeting people in deserts, storms, mountains, and fishing boats. Jesus does most of his teaching not from behind a lectern but while walking, eating, climbing hills, crossing water.
There’s an old idea called “thin places.” It comes from Celtic spirituality, and it’s the sense that in certain places the veil between heaven and earth feels… thinner. Easier to breathe through. Less defended.
Maybe it’s because they’re edges. Land meets sea. Solid meets fluid. Control meets surrender. You can’t dominate the ocean—you can only respond to it. Which already puts you in the right posture for prayer.
There’s also the ancient idea of the “Book of Nature.” Alongside scripture, creation itself tells the story of God. The psalms are full of it:
“The heavens declare the glory of God…” Psalm 19:1
Not explain. Not argue. Declare.
Nature doesn’t try to convince you of anything. It just is. And in being what it is, it points beyond itself.
Theologians like Augustine talked about this centuries ago. Modern thinkers keep circling back to it. And honestly, I reckon surfers feel it everyday. I know for me, the most spiritual place I can be is among the waves.
Out there, you’re small—but not insignificant. Held—but not controlled. Known—but not managed. The apostle Paul speaks about it. He says
“For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities- his eternal power and divine nature- have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people were without excuse.” Romans 1:20
That’s theology you can feel in your body.
[Placeholder: Link to blog post on Thin Places or Coastal Spirituality]
The Three Rhythms
Faith as habits, not hype
At Ocean Church, we’re not just trying to run events that you attend. We’re trying to practice a way of life you can actually live.
Our programme is pretty stripped down so we can focus on three rhythms. Simple. Repeatable. Human.
Not rules. Rhythms.
Rhythm 1: The Table (community and food)
Eating together like it matters
A surprising amout of important things in the Bible happen around food.
Jesus eats with friends. With enemies. With people everyone else avoids. He cooks breakfast on a beach after the resurrection. He turns meals into moments where people feel seen.
Eating together slows us down. It puts us eye-to-eye. It reminds us that faith is physical—hands passing bread, mugs clinking, kids interrupting conversations.
In a culture obsessed with speed and productivity, shared meals are quietly rebellious.
At Ocean Church, this might look like:
Beach breakfasts after a cold-water dip
Fish and chips eaten off car boots
Soup flasks passed around on a windy headland
BBQs where nobody’s in charge and everyone brings something
This is church.
Not the talk about love—the practice of it.
[Placeholder: Link to blog post on Eating Together / Table Rhythms]
Rhythm 2: Creation (meeting God outdoors)
Meeting God where you already feel alive
This is the rhythm most people recognise first.
Surfing. Hiking. Swimming. Walking the dog in Hamworthy Park. Sitting quietly on a paddleboard while the river moves underneath you.
This isn’t about adding “spiritual content” to outdoor activities. It’s about noticing that God is already there, waiting for you to catch up.
We encourage people to meet with God outside as regularly as possible.
Jesus regularly withdrew to lonely places. Not to escape people, but to meet with the faither, remember who he was and why he was doing what he was doing.
Nature does that to us. It strips away the performance. The noise. The curated versions of ourselves.
You don’t need fancy words. Sometimes prayer is just breathing with the tide. Sometimes it’s naming what you’re carrying. Sometimes it’s silence that says more than sentences ever could.
This is nature-based spirituality that doesn’t float away from real life—it roots you deeper into it.
[Placeholder: Link to blog post on Prayer Outdoors or Blue Space Spirituality]
Rhythm 3: Household (we aren’t solo adventurers)
Faith where life actually happens
For a lot of people, faith feels like something you go to. A place. A time slot. A thing you attend.
We’re more interested in faith you live with.
Households are where real formation happens. Around bedtime routines. Over school runs. During arguments and reconciliations. In laughter. In exhaustion.
In the early church, faith spread through homes long before it had buildings. Stories were told at tables. Prayers whispered over children. Hospitality was the engine of the movement.
This rhythm might look like:
A simple question at dinner: “Where did you notice God today?”
Lighting a candle once a week and sitting quietly together
Blessing your kids before school
Saying grace without making it weird
No pressure. No perfection. Just presence.
[Placeholder: Link to blog post on Faith at Home / Household Worship]
Community Beyond the Pew
Adventure Church and shared life
We don’t do rows. We do circles. And sometimes wetsuits.
Ocean Church is part of a wider movement exploring Christian community and adventure—faith formed through shared experiences rather than passive consumption.
So yes, we surf. We hike. We paddle. We swim. We eat outdoors. We get rained on. We laugh when plans change.
But the point isn’t adrenaline.
The point is togetherness.
Adventure does something powerful. It levels people. You don’t care what someone does for work when you’re both cold and trying to light a stove. You don’t hide behind titles when you’re sharing snacks on a cliff path.
This is Alternative Church for people who don’t want to opt out of faith—but don’t fit the mould either.
Church in Poole doesn’t have to mean bricks and bells. Sometimes it looks like sandy feet and a shared flask.
[Placeholder: Link to blog post on Adventure Church or Ocean Church Gatherings]
Stewards of the Coast
Why care for Dorset is sacred work
If creation is a gift, then looking after it isn’t optional—it’s relational.
The Dorset coast has shaped us. The chalk cliffs. The changing tides. The fragile ecosystems just beneath the surface of Poole Harbour.
Loving a place means taking responsibility for it.
For us, environmental care isn’t a political add-on. It’s a spiritual response. Picking up litter. Respecting wildlife. Teaching kids to leave only footprints.
The Bible begins in a garden and ends in a city where heaven and earth overlap. Stewardship sits right in the middle.
When we care for the coast, we’re practicing gratitude. We’re saying, This matters. This is sacred.
And honestly? The sea has taught us humility better than any sermon ever could.
[Placeholder: Link to blog post on Creation Care or Environmental Stewardship]
So… What Now?
An invitation into Wild Faith
If you’ve ever felt closer to God watching the sun sink into the sea than sitting in a service…
If you’ve ever wondered whether faith could be simpler, truer, more embodied…
If you’re longing for community that doesn’t ask you to leave half of yourself at the door…
Then maybe this is your next step.
Not into a building—but into a rhythm.
Not into certainty—but into trust.
Not away from faith—but deeper into it.
Wild Faith isn’t about escaping the world. It’s about inhabiting it fully. With wonder. With courage. With others.
The tide’s always moving.
The invitation’s always there.
Come and see.
Ocean Church is an Outdoor Church in the UK, rooted on the Dorset coast. If you’re looking for an alternative church community shaped by nature, adventure, and shared life, come and join us on our next adventure.
What does Christmas mean to you?
As you read this, no matter who you are, you will have memories of Christmas. In
the lead-up to the big day, I wanted to paint two very different scenes of how it might
be. It can be a happy time for some, whilst it can be a very challenging time for
others.
What kind of words come to mind when you think of Christmas? Carols, presents,
bright lights, festive music, Christmas dinner, snow, being with family? Oh, so many
things.
The photo that goes with this blog is a shop window of the Entertainer toy shop. It is
owned by a Christian couple. Each year, they dedicate one of their windows in each
of their shops to the nativity scene. They could so easily cram it full of toys during
the busiest time of the year, making the most of their shop window. Not only that,
they don’t open on a Sunday, instead observing a day of rest. To me, their window
displays capture the true meaning of Christmas.
Christmas will manifest itself in many different ways this year. Let’s consider how it
might be. In life, we like to portray that we are just like the family next door in the
street. But for some, behind closed doors, it is not.
This Christmas, it is a fact that thousands of children across the UK risk waking up to
nothing. With more than half of parents and carers saying they can’t afford presents
for someone this Christmas.
It’s hard to believe in the modern world we live in that this is the reality. But poverty
is a real problem, and much of it is hidden.
Financial hardship is one thing, but something else that is a real issue in modern-day
Britain is loneliness. Whilst you might think this relates mainly to older people,
statistically, 50% of people admitted to being lonely sometimes. It can be hard when
it feels like everyone else is enjoying the time of the year, and you’re on the outside.
Maybe you’re thinking, well, this is all a bit depressing. Well, yes, it is but it is worth
thinking about as we head into the Christmas season. There is always someone out
there who is having a harder time than you.
So, what about you? What are your memories of Christmas? We all have them. I
used to think we were hard up as a family, but when you take into consideration what
we have just thought about, we were really blessed. Here are some of my
memories.
I have to be honest, our Christmas decorations growing up were a bit sad. The
same every year, just older.
As a child, I remember waking up early to open my presents, which were neatly
placed at the end of my bed. Like most children, we would wake up at rude o’clock
when we were young, which got later each year as we got older and preferred to
sleep in.
Church was a big part of our family growing up. There were lots of services, and on
occasion, we would go on Christmas morning and take our presents to show people
on stage.
Christmas lunch was always the main event and would take a huge effort to get
everyone around the table with a hot plate of food with all the trimmings. We always
ate too much. There were crackers with hats to wear and music, normally Cliff
Richard in our house. It was a relief when the washing up was all done and we
could settle down to the Queens speech. A real tradition.
I remember going to my aunt and uncle’s house each year. They had a real tree,
which they decked with many chocolates. After we had our Christmas lunch, they
would cut all the chocolates off of the tree and give them to us. We would go home
with a stash of chocolate that was much bigger than we would normally have. There
were 4 children, and we would make up plays to act out for the adults. I remember
my sister having her first Snowball drink. Happy times.
We might watch a film or a Christmas Special – Only Fools & Horses or Gavin &
Stacey. Then, as if we hadn’t eaten enough, there might be cheese and crackers
and Port for the adults.
By the end of the day, we would go to bed full of food, and perhaps more
importantly, emotionally full, having spent the day with family. We all have that
sense of belonging inside of us that needs to be nurtured.
As we head into the festive season, let’s remember the real meaning of Christmas.
Christmas is the celebration of Jesus Christ’s birth—the incarnation of God with us.
Beyond gifts and traditions, its core meaning is worshipping the Saviour who came to
bring hope, peace, and salvation.
I wonder if you have ever heard the phrase “reading the white.” When you look at a
page of writing, normally you look at the words. Reading the white means you read
what you can’t see.
As you enjoy this special time of the year once again, may I encourage you to read
the white and look out for those who might have less than you? Those who might be
struggling financially and those who are on their own.
Reaching out to others is what God did for us when he sent Jesus into the world.
And that, my friends, is the real meaning of Christmas.
Why waiting messes with us (in all the right ways)
Here’s the thing we all know but hate admitting: waiting does something to us. Psychologists talk about how waiting pulls us out of autopilot and drops us right into vulnerability.
You can’t control the pace.
You can’t fast-forward the process.
You can’t hack your way through the bit that feels uncomfortable.
Waiting exposes desire. It surfaces fear. It shows you what story you’re telling yourself.
It’s raw, and a little wild, because suddenly you're no longer steering the ship — you’re sitting with the uncomfortable truth that you never really were.
And our brains? They’re not huge fans. Waiting elevates anxiety because it interrupts predictability. The mind goes scanning for danger, scanning for certainty, scanning for some way to feel okay again. Which is why waiting — real waiting — is not passive at all. It’s active inner work disguised as stillness.
Why waiting in the dark feels even heavier
Now take all of that… and switch off the lights.
Darkness amplifies waiting.
It messes with our sense of direction.
When you can’t see the horizon, you lose your bearings. The simplest step feels bigger, riskier, because vision is one of our main anchors.
It wakes up our survival instincts.
Your brain starts whispering ancient scripts: darkness = danger. Not because you’re weak or dramatic — but because your ancestors spent thousands of years trying not to get eaten.
And it slows down our sense of time.
Without visual cues, time stretches. Minutes feel like hours. Your body starts asking, “Are we safe? Is this okay? Are we there yet?” Waiting in the dark isn’t just waiting — it’s waiting without your usual coping mechanisms.
Which makes Isaiah’s words hit differently.
“The people walking in darkness…” — a bit of context
Isaiah 9 wasn’t written for people admiring fairy lights and sipping mulled wine. It was spoken into a world where hope felt thin. The northern tribes of Israel had been invaded. Families displaced. Land lost. The future felt foggy at best, terrifying at worst.
Darkness wasn’t metaphorical.
It was political, emotional, spiritual, communal.
People were waiting — not for a minor upgrade to their life — but for rescue, restoration, renewal.
So when Isaiah proclaims, “The people walking in darkness have seen a great light,” he’s naming something brave:
That waiting is not wasted.
That darkness isn’t the end.
That a story can hold tension and still be good.
This is why that ancient line keeps echoing across centuries. It carries the ache of people who waited longer than they wanted — and the strange, stubborn hope that something better was still on its way.
A moment on the beach last week
Which brings me to what we did at Ocean Church last week.
We stood in a circle on the beach at Hamworthy, the tide breathing in and out behind us, the cold quietly settling in. We passed around fairy lights, letting them glow against the dark.
And then we named the things we’re waiting for — the things we’re carrying into the night, the things we hope might one day break open with light. and we asked Jesus to shed light on them.
It wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t scripted.
It was just a bunch of humans refusing to pretend the darkness isn’t real… while choosing to believe it won’t have the final word.
There was something beautiful about that — holding light together, even when we’re not sure what the next step looks like.
And here’s where Christmas sneaks in
Christmas, at its core, is a story about waiting.
A people waiting.
A world waiting.
A God not rushing but arriving slowly, quietly, vulnerably.
It’s the reminder that light doesn’t always burst in. Sometimes it flickers first.
Sometimes it grows slowly.
Sometimes it looks like a baby, not a solution.
Waiting doesn’t mean nothing’s happening.
Waiting doesn’t mean you’re behind.
Waiting doesn’t mean the dark wins.
It just means the story is still unfolding.
So if you find yourself waiting — especially in some kind of darkness — maybe hold that thought from Isaiah in your pocket:
Light is coming. It always has. It always does.
And until then… we wait.
Together.
On letter writing…
When did the last handwritten letter drop through your letterbox? Or, perhaps more to the point, when did you last put pen to paper and actually write a letter, address an envelope, affix a stamp and post it in a postbox?
The number of letters delivered by Royal Mail has dropped by more than two thirds in the last twenty years (Changes in Royal Mail). People are sending fewer letters. In Denmark, the postal service has actually stopped delivering letters altogether. (Danish postal service).
Is this just because of the rise of first emails, and then messaging and now social media? Is the written letter just outdated and unnecessary? Moribund even?
But there is something distinctly different between a personal, written letter and a message on WhatsApp. A written letter is a tangible, tactile, physical reminder of a certain moment in time. It speaks of who you and the writer were at that time and of your relationship. It is a snapshot capturing a moment in time, preserving it.
In the Summer I went up in my loft and got down a box full of letters. Mainly they were in exciting airmail envelopes with exotic looking stamps but less exciting addresses. They chart my relationship and communications with Roz (then a long-distance girlfriend, now my wife), especially from the time she was living in Peru. Before Zoom or Skype or the like, we were able to talk on the phone sometimes, but it was letters that kept us connected. Looking back on them now, I can remember the anticipation at receiving a new one and feeling close - despite the distance. Letters can be deeply personal.
I also find the incredible popularity of ‘Letters Live’ interesting. Performers and celebrities read real letters from real people from a range of cultures and countries and times in history. Some are hilarious, belly laughingly funny, while others are heartwrenching. I dare you to watch a few performances on YouTube, just be warned that it is a possible rabbit hole it may take some time to emerge from.
Adrian Edmondsen says “As an atheist, I find Letters Live the closest I’ve come to a religious experience. There’s something deeply personal and confessional about sharing a letter with people for one time, and one time only.”
If you think about it, there is a ‘Letters Live’ (or The Jolly Postman for an alternative reference) element to reading the Bible. Several books in the New Testament are actually letters written by one person to another, or a group of people. As such, the Bible contains verses like:
See what large letters I use as I write to you with my own hand! (Galatians 6:11)
Dear friends, this is now my second letter to you. I have written both of them as reminders to stimulate you to wholesome thinking. (2 Peter 3:1)
I wonder at the excitement and anticipation that would have been felt by the believers at receiving a new letter. The reading and re-reading. If we imagined ourselves in that position would that help us when reading parts of the Bible
As Miranda Sawyer says “Letters – more careful, more permanent – last longer. They have significance. They require composition, editing, thought, some crossing out and starting again. (Mark Twain once wrote to a friend: “I apologise for such a long letter, I didn’t have time to write a short one.”)”
Christmas is coming, an opportunity to write a letter! Is there someone you want to reconnect with or communicate with on a deeper level?
Now, where are the stamps?
Grabbing the bag- An all age approach to community cash
At our recent Ocean Church Vision Day, we tried something a little different.
Instead of sticking the adults in one room to talk budgets while the kids did crafts somewhere else, we brought everyone together —children, teens, and adults — and asked one simple question:
“If Ocean Church had a pot of money to spend, what should we spend it on?”
It was messy, colourful, loud, and surprisingly insightful.
Led brilliantly by Chris Downey (shout-out to the king of purple paper and felt-tips), we scattered big sheets around the room and invited every age to scribble ideas. Equipment, adventures, helping others, nature projects, staff time — everything went in the mix. The aim wasn’t to create a budget; we wanted to see what our community instinctively values.
And honestly? The patterns were clearer than I expected. Heres a few of my thoughts
1. Adventures are central to who we are.
Across every board the same things appeared:
surf camp, hikes, pilgrimages, breakfasts, beach gatherings, Parkrun, trips.
The message was simple:
People want shared outdoor experiences.
Movement, nature, and connection sit right at the heart of Ocean Church.
2. Equipment is a priority because it makes everything possible.
A huge amount of energy went toward practical kit:
Shelters, PA system, Watersports gear, Power packs, A van/camper, Kitchen equipment, Gardening and litter-picking tools, Outdoor sports gear
Some of these things are essentials and some are extras, but together they make our gatherings smoother, safer, and more enjoyable. Equipment is part of what helps a mobile, outdoor church actually function.
3. People and leadership matter.
A surprising number of groups wrote about the need for:
Admin support, Marketing, Training, Future staff, Youth work, Leadership development, Support for the minister
This tells us the community sees the need for capacity behind the scenes, not just activity out front.
People understand that a growing movement needs more shoulders carrying the load.
4. Generosity is a natural instinct.
Even without being prompted, almost every board mentioned:
Supporting the poor, Helping those in need, Giving to other churches, Conservation and nature care, Local community support
Our people want Ocean Church to look outward, not just inward. How do we do generosity with other people? What or who is God calling us to give to?
5. Creation care keeps showing up.
There were lots of nature-focused ideas:
Seeds and planting, Gardening tools, Land for community use, Conservation, Ecology talks, Community growing spaces, Litter-picking
We don’t just meet outdoors — we care about the places we gather.
There’s a shared desire for responsibility, stewardship, and learning.
We wrote a blog a while back about Dorsets nature recovery strategy. Perhaps tha might be something for us to pray about?
6. We don’t need a big building, but we could use a base.
No one asked for a traditional church building.
But plenty of people mentioned:
A field, A campervan, A beach hut, A simple shelter, A hub to store equipment
This isn’t a call for infrastructure-heavy church life.
It’s a desire for a practical “basecamp” — a modest hub to support everything else we do.
7. Hospitality matters, even in small ways.
Among the bigger ideas were simple things:
Food
Gas
Seasonal supplies
Snacks
Consumables
These small touches hold community together.
Warm food after cold water, shared drinks, simple comforts — these things genuinely matter.
So what does all this tell us?
When you put it all together, I think some clarity around a direction emerges:
Keep prioritising outdoor adventures.
Strengthen our equipment base.
Build leadership and admin capacity.
Stay generous.
Embed creation care.
Explore a simple basecamp for the future.
Keep hospitality warm and simple.
This wasn’t a budgeting exercise — it was a values conversation.
And it showed us who we already are and who we’re becoming.
The magic in the mundane
Most of life seems to be made up of mundane, humdrum, everyday moments. Washing up, commuting to work, cooking tea, separating the recycling.
But if I am just waiting for the spectacular, firework moments I can disdain all the rest of it. This is the trouble with fiction, be it books, TV series or films. All of the exciting stuff is condensed, squeezing out the mundane. I guess going to the loo doesn’t make for good TV though.
How can I find the extraordinary in the ordinary? If it is true that “in him we live and move and have our being.” (Acts 17: 28) then all of life can be significant. Not spectacular necessarily, but significant.
The essential thing ‘in heaven and earth’ is that there should be a long obedience in the same direction; there thereby results, and has always resulted in the long run, something which has made life worth living.
Fredrich Nietzsche. I recommend reading that through several times.
“How you do anything is how you do everything.” says Joshua Luke Smith in his poem Sunflowers in Babylon. Am I faithful in the small things of life? The seemingly unimportant moments that are forgotten in an instant but constitute a long obedience in the same direction. He champions significant over spectacular.
It’s like a truth that I know but don’t want to acknowledge. A big desire for me is to be a good, faithful father. This, though, includes sleepless nights, clearing up sick, correcting and forgiving, asking forgiveness, setting boundaries
We see this principle in action in all parts of life: the concert musician endlessly practicising scales; the world-record holding marathon runner training and stretching early mornings; the craftsman sanding the wood again and again until it is just right.
This is the complete antithesis of the quick fix, the instant result or the overnight success. It is tortoise-not-hare slow and steady. Deep.
It is formational, hard work and disciplined. Repetitive, focused and … dare I say, boring at times? I hesitate to write this, is it true? The answer must be yes. Continuing in the same direction, following the mundane, will, at times, be boring. It is about incremental progress that can only be seen after a long time.
A long obedience in the same direction. It’s only when you look back that you see how far you’ve come and see the magic in the mundane.
In her book ‘Regrets of the Dying’, Georgina Scull interviewed people who knew they didn’t have long left to live. She says this about those everyday, mundane moments:
In the end, those are the things that seem to mean the most. It’s the day trips to the seaside, the first days at school, the chats over the back fence when we need a laugh or a helping hand. Because these are the stuff of life. And if we value one-off Insta-moments more than moments like this, more than the everyday, we risk not valuing the things that actually matter. And the everyday can be wonderful, if we let it.
What would it take to value, notice and enjoy those small, humdrum moments? The wonderful everyday; the extraordinary ordinary; the magic in the mundane?
Habits
A balloon bursting. A dog barking. Even a sudden intake of breath from a family member in the next room. These all have the potential to make me jump, making me aware of a spike in my heart-rate and a shot of adrenaline being sent around my body. Rationally I know that any of those experiences are not causes for genuine alarm but my natural reaction is to flinch and find my body on edge. This is not to say that oversensitive reactions don’t sometimes have their place – on numerous occasions I have found myself catching a mug or plate that has slipped out of my grasp before I consciously realised what I was doing.
Reflecting on this made me think about some of the other things I do automatically or without thinking. Looking at the BBC Sport website first thing in the morning; checking for ‘wallet, keys, phone’ before leaving the house; putting milk in at the only possible correct time when making a cup of tea. Most of us would see ourselves as creatures of habit in significant areas of our lives.
Habits on their own are neutral: some are helpful whilst others less so. Identifying the behaviours we exhibit which have a negative effect on ourselves or others can be tough. They are also difficult to change – a brief appraisal of the success of any New Year’s resolutions we have kept by February would be a good testament of this. The language of ‘habits’ is one we use at Ocean Church, where we seek to foster positive habits in our families and as a community.
The Bible doesn’t reference the notion of habits much explicitly. However, in the letter to the Romans, Paul says, “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your minds, so that you may discern what is the will of God.” (Romans 12:2) It is translated slightly differently in The Message as follows: “Don’t become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You’ll be changed from the inside out.”
Both translations seem to be making the point that a life of faith is not about naively fitting into the society around us. Instead, we need to be willing and ready to change our minds, not on whims, but as a result of focusing on the divine and God’s desires. We need to be humble enough to accept that our current opinions and points of view may change. What might transform our thinking?
My best guess in this season of exploring ‘Wild Minds’ is that it depends on how we are wired. For some it will be reading more widely or listening to talks or podcasts from people of faith outside our usual circles that may provoke and shape us. For others, it will be time spent in each other’s company, listening to challenges, sharing our struggles and paying attention to the collective wisdom. More may find experiences out in nature speak to our souls as we ask God to mould us.
My reaction to balloons and other sudden loud noises is unlikely to change. What I do have more control over is the way that I behave at work, around my family and the way that I think about and treat other people. Habit formation is time-consuming and involves perseverance. With the knowledge that scripture encourages us to be willing to change our minds following time in God’s presence, we can take heart that this transformation is possible.
Inopportune opportunities
As someone wise once said opportunity knocks at the least opportune time.
This is especially true when it comes to parenting. It is invariably late at night when my daughter will want to have a heart to heart about a big issue. Rachel Jankovic says “Our opportunities to bless our children are often most present when we least feel like it.”
When we are busy or tired or burdened. Or just not feeling it.
If we take Jesus as our example though it is quite a challenge. He took opportunities whenever they arrived. He was seemingly always interruptible. This actually seemed to be quite annoying for his companions and followers at times.
An extreme example of this occurs in the gospel of Mark chapter five. Jairus- a Synagogue leader, a big cheese- asks Jesus to come and heal his daughter who is dying. I think it would be safe to assume this counts as a priority. It sounds pretty important. So Jesus agrees and goes to see the daughter. On the way people are crowding all around and someone in the crowd touches Jesus. Nothing more. But Jesus stops and is desperate to find out who had touched him. His followers cannot understand it: “How can you ask, ‘who touched me?’, look at the crowds!” But Jesus stops and investigates. To such an extent that people come to tell Jairus not to bother with Jesus: his daughter has died.
If the story ended there it would seem like a tale of wrong priorities and a lack of urgency. Tragedy.
But it doesn’t. Jesus still goes to Jairus’ house and actually raises his daughter back to life. Stunning. And then it turns out that the person who had touched Jesus from amongst the crowd was a woman who had been suffering with a crippling illness for twelve years. Simply touching Jesus had healed her. Breath-takingly beautiful.
What do I do with this?
How can I be alive to the opportunities today will throw my way? Framing them as opportunities, not interruptions, has to be a good start. It all depends on my outlook and my focus. If I’m too goal-orientated and self-absorbed opportunities all too often feel like obstacles to sidestep or clamber over.
What interruptions opportunities is God putting into my path today?
Dealing with disappointment
I wonder if you can remember what you were doing back in March 2020, as lockdown was enforced in the UK? At the time, we were living as a family in Winchester. My daughter Sophie was 20. She had a dream to go to Australia. It actually became more than a dream. She gave in her notice at work, trained up her replacement and finished work on the Friday. She had bought her ticket and was due to fly out to Australia the following Monday. How excited was she! Sophie has always been someone with big dreams who makes things happen. The year before she flew to Bali. She had an amazing time, but as her parents, it was a bit scary knowing she was on the other side of the world and there was nothing we could do if she got into difficulty.
That weekend, there were lots of rumours about changes to travel regulations. I am not sure we took them too seriously. Sadly, Sophie found out that Australia was closing their borders, and no one would be allowed in. Her trip was effectively cancelled at the last moment. How cruel. Not only that, but she had finished her job and would spend the next few months at home with her family rather than having an amazing adventure in Australia. What a massive disappointment!
So that is our daughter Sophie. What about you? If I say the word “disappointment,” what feelings and emotions does it bring up in you?
Dealing with disappointment is one of those tough but universal parts of being human. Whether it's a missed opportunity, an unmet expectation, or someone letting you down, it can hit hard.
Here are just a few things that might help you to process your disappointment:
Acknowledge It Honestly - Don’t minimise it or try to instantly move on. Name the feeling: “I’m disappointed because…”
Allow Yourself to Feel It - Disappointment hurts because it means you cared. Let yourself feel frustrated or sad for a bit. Bottling it up or forcing positivity too soon can make it worse in the long run.
Talk to Someone - Vent, reflect, or just feel heard. Sharing disappointment can shrink its power and remind you that you're not alone in the experience. We’ve all heard the phrase “a problem shared is a problem halved.”
Ask someone to pray with you – Your heavenly father knows you better than anyone else on the outside and maybe more importantly on the inside. Talking through your disappointments and then giving them to God can really help lighten the load.
Keep Moving - Eventually, when the time is right, take action. Even a small step — a new plan, a different goal, or re-engaging with something that grounds you — starts to shift the weight of disappointment.
We know that time is a healer. Raw emotion will eventually ease. Perhaps the best antidote to disappointment is hope.
Hope is the belief or expectation that something good can happen in the future, especially in the face of difficulty or uncertainty. It’s both a feeling and a mindset—a way of emotionally and mentally orienting ourselves toward possibilities, rather than being paralysed by fear and despair.
My daughter Sophie hasn’t made it to Australia yet, but in time, I believe she will, and it will be the right time for her.
I leave you with my favourite verse in all the Bible:
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future. Jeremiah 29 v 11
Hold onto that rainbow, your future is just around the corner.
Woolly Pterodactyl’s and belonging
So, I’m walking down my road and notice someone has changed the knitted animal on top of the post box.
You read that right. There’s someone out there who crochets cartoons, animals, plants, tiny scenes — and wraps them around local postboxes. They change all the time.
Just recently, it’s a pterodactyl perched on top of my nearest one.
It makes me wonder who they are — this Banksy of woolen joy — and what it takes to quietly care about a place like this. Because that’s the thing, isn’t it? Church folk talk frequestly about belonging to a community, but most of the time we’re just passing through it. We walk the same streets, grab our coffee, drive to work, wave at the neighbour whose name we can’t quite remember… and we call that community.
But belonging isn’t something you stumble into. It’s something you practice. It’s noticing the post-box topper and deciding it matters. It’s learning who lives behind the hedges. It’s being curious enough to care about.
If I’m honest, I’m in a season where I’m questioning how grounded I actually am in my local community. I spend so much time thinking about how to help people find belonging — through things like Ocean Church and my work at the YMCA— but sometimes I catch myself wondering if I’ve stopped doing that myself. There are seasons where I’ve been physically here but not really here. Busy doing things for the community without really being with it. Always planning the next thing, thinking about what’s over there, not what’s right here.
And then there are moments when I start to inhabit this place again. When Ocean Church gathers by the river and someone spots a familiar face and waves them over. When a few of us head out on a walk we’ve done a hundred times before, and yet it still feels new. When my boys race off in the park to find school friends, and I find myself chatting with parents I’ve slowly built a friendship with. Those are the moments that remind me this isn’t just where I live — it’s where I belong.
There’s this ancient letter in the Bible that ive been chewing on lately. It’s from the prophet Jeremiah to a bunch of displaced people who didn’t want to be where they were. They were longing to get back home — back to the good old days — but Jeremiah gives them this outrageous instruction:
“This is what the Lord Almighty, the God of Israel, says to all those I carried into exile from Jerusalem to Babylon: ‘Build houses and settle down; plant gardens and eat what they produce.
Marry and have sons and daughters; find wives for your sons and give your daughters in marriage, so that they too may have sons and daughters. Increase in number there; do not decrease.
Also, seek the peace and prosperity of the city to which I have carried you into exile. Pray to the Lord for it, because if it prospers, you too will prosper.’”
(Jeremiah 29:4–7)
It’s not a message about escaping or surviving. It’s a message about rooting. Build something. Plant something. Love someone. Become part of the ecosystem of that place. Seek its peace, its wholeness — because your wellbeing and the wellbeing of your place are tied together.
Maybe that’s the invitation for me right now. Maybe that’s the invitation for Ocean Church too — to not just be in this community, but to belong to it. A temptation for us is to imagine BCP as a stage for our adventures or a useful place to find peace.
I sometimes wonder if the Church — not just ours, but the whole idea of church — has become too portable. We can livestream a service, drive across towns, float between groups, pick and choose experiences. None of that is bad. But the danger is we become spiritual tourists, collecting moments instead of making homes. Jeremiah’s words call us back to something slower, more rooted, more inconvenient. They remind us that God doesn’t just show up when we gather; God shows up when we stay. When we plant gardens, cook meals, know our neighbours, and knit awesome pterodactyls for postboxes.
So I’m asking myself — and maybe you too — what would it look like to truly inhabit your place? To walk your streets like a pilgrim instead of a passer-by? To know the stories of the land and the people who live on it? To see your neighbourhood not as background noise but as the actual ground where faith gets practiced?
Belonging, I’m learning, doesn’t happen when you finally find the right place. It happens when you decide to stay long enough to fall in love with the one you’re already in.
Dorset’s Local Nature Recovery Strategy
In early October 2025 BCP Council officially endorsed the Local Nature Recovery Strategy (LNRS) I think it's an ambitious and exciting plan co‑produced with Dorset Council and more than 70 organisations. If you have some time, I'd recommend reading through It.
It translates the national 30by30 aim – protecting 30 % of land and rivers for nature by 2030 – into local priorities and maps. Twelve themed priorities (grasslands, rivers, urban greening, etc.) and a list of 54 priority species provide direction.
The shared vision is for nature in Dorset to be thriving, resilient and connected … accessible to and celebrated by all. Unlike many previous policies, this strategy is legally mandated under the 2021 Environment Act and covers the entire county rather than isolated projects.
Past conservation efforts often protected individual sites while the wider landscape continued to degrade. The Local nature recovery strategy acknowledges that “every time we check on the state of nature it has further declined” and calls for an evolution from conservation to recovery. It introduces high‑opportunity nature areas covering roughly 49 % of Dorset. These zones were identified by landowners volunteering land and by modelling where new habitats would connect existing ones. They guide where to plant hedgerows, restore wetlands or rewild farmland. The strategy also pairs maps with activities so planners, farmers and community groups know what to do where, and emphasises collaboration through the Nature Recovery Dorset network.
All of this is both inspiration and challenge to me. I am a citizen of Dorset and enjoy nature on a weekly basis. I paddleboard in the harbour, walk through wareham forest and have been shaped emotionally through the wide variety of nature in this place. But how active am I in the conservation and recovery of the nature I enjoy? For people of faith, this is more than a policy document; it’s a call to recover a right relationship with creation. Dorset’s local nature recovery vision of a thriving, connected landscape echoes the biblical concept of shalom, a state of wholeness for people and land. Theologians from St Francis to N. T. Wright remind us that the earth is not a resource to be exploited but a gift to be stewarded. When councils map high‑opportunity areas and citizens count butterflies, they participate in a sacramental act – recognising the sacredness of their local place. The LNRS invites us to live that truth – to join farmers, foresters, teenagers and landowners who are much further ahead and more active than we might be in making Poole’s harbour, heath and hedges part of a larger story of restoration.
Encouragement
Earlier in the year, I was fortunate enough to go to London to support John Good as he ran his first marathon. Mim, and the boys and my wife, Jenny, were all on the sidelines looking out for John so we could cheer him on as he ran by. If you’ve never been, I can highly recommend it; it’s a great day out. The atmosphere is charged with positivity as people cheer the runners on. We began positioning ourselves on Tower Bridge. We literally watched hundreds, if not thousands, of people, all different shapes, and sizes, run by before we saw the majestic figure of John as he came towards us with a great big smile on his face. He just about had time to give Mim a hug as he stopped for a moment before he was on his way again and disappeared into the distance. My brother, who has run several marathons, will tell you I can project my voice loudly, so I was just able to shout, “Come on, John, you can do it,” as he ran by. During the race, we found several places to wait, watch John run towards us and cheer him on. John finally finished his race. Wow, what an achievement. I wonder what his memories are of that day and the support he received, not just by us but by strangers all along the course shouting, “Come on, you can do it.”
I mentioned my brother. He is called Duncan. He is two years younger than me and was born prematurely. It meant he wasn’t as strong as his peers and was a slow developer. I can’t tell you how proud I am of him, despite his struggles in his early years; he has worked hard to find his place in life and has developed into a strong runner. Then, 5 years ago, out of the blue, he had a heart attack. He was fit and healthy, so it was a shock at the time. The worst part for him was that he couldn’t run anymore. He really missed it, not just the exercise but the social interaction at Park Run. The good news is that he was able to get back to running last year, and in a couple of weeks, he will be participating in his first half-marathon in Bournemouth. I will be there on the sidelines, cheering him on and shouting, “Come on, Duncan, you can do it.”
So why all this talk about running and shouting?
There is something about the human condition that naturally makes us respond to encouragement and positive words. In fact, one of the five love languages is speaking words of affirmation (If you’ve not read the book, it is well worth getting a copy).
Imagine John and my brother turning up to run, and there being no support on the side of the road. They would be running in silence.
Encouragement is like fuel for the soul. It provides the necessary motivation to keep going, especially when facing difficulties or uncertainty. A kind word or gesture can reignite someone’s self-esteem and self-confidence, reminding them of their worth and potential.
The benefits of encouragement extend far beyond boosting morale. Individuals who receive regular encouragement experience improved mental well-being and increased resilience. Encouragement fosters a sense of belonging and connection, reminding us that we’re not alone in our struggles.
In the book of Thessalonians, chapter 5, verse 11, it says, “Therefore encourage one another and build one another up, just as you are doing.” This passage highlights the significance of uplifting and encouraging others, emphasising the positive impact it can have on both individuals and communities.
In closing, I would like to suggest we make a conscious effort to be like those people on the side of the road at the marathon who shout, “Come on, you can do it.” More specifically, why not think of someone you can support and encourage? Send them a WhatsApp message, drop them an email, or maybe even pick up the phone to see how they are doing. As a church, if we all encouraged just one person each, it would make a big difference. “Come on you can do it.”
The Left, The Right, and the Salt Marsh
This is a photo I took last week on the bridge at the far end of Hamworthy Park, near where we sometimes meet for Ocean Church.
The whole bridge now has these England flags adorning it. As I walked over, what struck me wasn’t just the flag itself or the sheer quantity of them, but the conversation now feels very close to home. The first voice painted the flag. The second voice wrote across it: “Don’t normalise racism.”
Apart from the fact that the bridge looked far better without any of this artwork, what you see here is two perspectives unwilling — or maybe unable — to sit in the same room. One insists England needs firmer borders, stricter rules on who comes in and how they’re treated. The other insists we’ve become hostile, unwelcoming — or worse.
I understand the tension here. My concern is that we don’t seem to have spaces where people can disagree peaceably. When uncertainty hangs in the air, people feel their way of life — however they define it — is under threat. And when fear takes over, we drift into silos. Certainty gets outsourced to more extreme voices.
It all makes me think of the salt marsh.
You’ll find salt marshes all along our Dorset coast — places like Poole Harbour, where mudflats and creeks stretch out into the tide. At low water you’ll see curlews probing the mud with their long beaks, oystercatchers darting about, and flocks of Brent geese gathering in winter. In the shallow creeks, young sea bass and flounder hide from bigger predators, using the marsh as a nursery. Plants like samphire and sea lavender cling to the edges, holding the mud in place and quietly feeding the whole system. What looks like wasteland is actually teeming with life — and all of it depends on the tension between land and sea, fresh and salt, stability and change.
And it strikes me: the marsh doesn’t survive by one side winning. If the sea takes over, everything drowns. If the land walls itself off, everything dries up. The flourishing comes from holding the tension, making space for both realities to meet and shape each other. Life is born in the in-between.
That’s what Paul is getting at in one of his letters in the New Testament, the part of the Bible that tells the story of the early church. He was writing to a group of people in a city called Ephesus, in what is now Turkey. Back then, there were two main groups trying to follow Jesus: Jewish people, who carried centuries of tradition, law, and culture, and Gentiles, which basically meant everybody else. These groups didn’t just have differences; they had walls between them — suspicion, prejudice, hostility. Each thought the other was missing something essential.
Paul’s radical claim was that Jesus broke down those walls. He didn’t do it by pretending the differences didn’t exist. He didn’t say, “Forget your history, flatten it all out.” Instead, he insisted that the cross — the death and resurrection of Jesus — had created a new kind of community. Not Jews who had to become Gentiles. Not Gentiles who had to become Jews. Something entirely new. He calls it “one new humanity.”
The idea is this: the peace Jesus brings isn’t about one side winning, dominating, or painting over the other. It’s about creating a space where differences don’t have to lead to division. Where there can be humility, mutual respect, and shared life. A bit like the salt marsh — it only flourishes when the land and sea keep their dance going, when neither is allowed to swallow up the other.
And maybe that’s the challenge for us right now. The temptation is to let flags, slogans, or online shouting matches become the whole story — one side painting over the other until all you see is conflict. But if the marsh teaches us anything, it’s that life is born in the tension, not in its erasure. Humility creates room. Space for difference doesn’t mean weakness — it’s actually what holds an ecosystem, or a community, together.
That’s why Paul’s vision of a “new humanity” still speaks today. The Jesus way isn’t about pretending we’re all the same, or forcing everyone into one box. It’s about building a shared space where hostility doesn’t get the last word. Where we can belong together without having to agree on everything. Where peace is more than just the absence of fighting — it’s the presence of justice, welcome, and mutual respect.
And here’s the hopeful part: I’ve already seen people choosing that way. A friend of mine recently wrote on Facebook:
“Hi friends/neighbours. I’m noticing some division between us relating to opinions around ‘our country’.
I’m someone who names themselves as a welcomer of people seeking asylum. I know that there are friends nearby who have a different opinion.
So, my friends/neighbours… Would you like to meet up for a coffee and a 1-1 walk up and down our beautiful estate? We can listen to one another and try to understand each other’s point of view, (without trying to persuade or make each other believe something different).
I’m hoping that by this teeny action, we could maybe build a more united community that has room for difference without hatred here on fabulous ********. DM me if you want to meet for a walk and talk. xxxxx”
That’s the salt marsh in real life. Not erasing difference. Not shouting louder. Just holding the tension with humility, and letting new life grow in the space between.
How might you live in the marsh this week?
Worship in the woods
Last Saturday, around 40 friends and families gathered at Adventure Pirate. We represented four or five churches from along the south coast. We had invited our friends Sam and Sara from Engage Worship to come and spend the day demonstrating, teaching, and facilitating ways in which we might deepen how we worship God outdoors.
The day was split into two workshops. The first gave us a broad understanding of worship and introduced a variety of tools we could use to connect with God. We used cardboard signs to retell the creation story, then reshaped those same words into prayer stations built with sticks, leaves, and stones we found in the woods. We sang simple choruses in the round, voices weaving together in the trees. We played games, explored movement, and let the natural world become both backdrop and participant in our worship.
What stuck with me most was the breakdown of worship into three movements:
Broadcasting — any way we publicly speak or sing about God.
Serving — any way we live out or demonstrate our love for him.
Bowing — any way we submit to God in our words or actions.
This stretched my view of worship beyond (but including) singing. It touches nearly every part of life. When we were handed clay and asked to shape something we could use in worship, the table saw laptops, guitars, footballs, and homes and lots more emerging. Everyday objects, but reimagined as sacred things we could give to God.
Later, after a game, we had a powerful conversation about gathered and scattered worship. There’s strength when we come together, but also a challenge: how do we resource one another so worship continues in our homes and families? One person admitted, “It’s a lot harder to worship at home with the family than it is to do it all together.” I think others shared that thought.
In the afternoon, we turned to the difference between worship indoors and outdoors. A big theme emerged: indoor worship often feels controllable; outdoor worship, much less so. And yet, isn’t that the point? That worship in the wild brings us face to face with unpredictability — weather, noise, children, distractions — and somehow God meets us there.
For our Ocean Church community, I came away inspired. With a little courage, what might be possible for us in deepening our worship? Maybe it looks like more singing songs we have written toether, maybe it’s giving space for silence, maybe it’s paying closer attention to the natural world around us. Or maybe it’s something we haven’t even thought of yet. I wondered what your thoughts are?
Big church day out
I have just come back from Big Church Festival in West Sussex. I didn’t see anyone from Ocean Church, so I am assuming I was the only one there from our community. I thought it would be good to give you an insight into what happens at this amazing event.
Imagine if you can 35,000 Christians all in one place. It does your spirit good just to be surrounded by so many like-minded people. The event started back in 2009, and I was there at that first gathering; it was inspiring, but it was much smaller. This year saw the most amount of people camping, and the event sold out for the first time.
For 2025, it was moved from the May Bank Holiday to the August Bank Holiday. We were told about a major shift in the demographic of people attending. Of the 35,000 people present 50% of them were under 30. In the past, it had been dominated by older people. This says something about Gen Z and the uprising of hunger in young people, searching for something more in life. Each year, there is an altar call, and each year, lots of people give their lives to Jesus. This year, they had one each evening, and literally hundreds of people gave their lives to Jesus each night. Something felt different this year. Many of the International artists playing said they felt revival was coming to Britain. How many of us have been praying for revival for years and years? And now suddenly it feels like we are on the cusp. It was evident that the format was the same, but the atmosphere was different.
I can only convey that worshipping with thousands of other Christians, with the focus being purely on Jesus, was a glimpse of what heaven will be like.
Do you know there wasn’t one policeman on site? I didn’t see any arguments or aggression. Just harmony and people getting along beautifully. At the campsite site people often broke out in singing worship songs; it felt perfectly natural even though we don’t see it every day.
As with many large events, there are multiple stages. This year, the worship tent seemed more popular than the main stage. There was a hunger in people to draw near to God. We may have felt it for years, but to actually see it in reality made the hairs on the back of your neck go up. People queueing up and packing in like sardines to worship Jesus. It’s what this country needs.
This might sound a bit random, but trust me, there is a point to this. I remember sitting next to my driving instructor when he told me I had passed my driving test. What he said was, “today you passed your test, but today is also the day when you start to learn to drive.” My point is this year was a great event, but it is so much more than the experience itself. It is about being inspired, being open to change, being ready to be radical, and being ready for revival when it comes. So, get ready!
For many of us, life is a challenge. We are living with things that are difficult to deal with. They can get us down. Our joy tanks can run empty. Going to an event like this can give us hope. We remember to look up rather than look down. We realise we are not on our own. Our circumstances haven’t changed, but somehow with God’s help, we can keep going. He gives us hope for the future.
So, I don’t know what you are planning for next August bank holiday, but I can’t recommend enough the opportunity to go and experience Big Church Festival for yourself. Maybe a group of us can camp together and worship together. Bring it on!