“It’s a place many United fans of my age have never really been. The thought of not supporting the winning side is painful. And it’s made me question just what it is that is so repulsive about losing.”
Jesus probably wouldn’t have been cast in a movie to play himself. He wouldn’t ave been deemed pretty enough.
From breast augmentation to nose jobs to buttock implants, millions of people are going under the knife to change the way they look.
A man appears on screen. He has just hacked another human being to death in plain sight in south-east London. His big boulder of sinfulness is clear for all to see. He literally has blood on his hands.
Chine Mbubaegbu interviews the controversial theologian as he tours with his new book aimed at those discovering God outside of the Church.
As soon as I start to take it upon myself to decide who’s in and who’s out, I can’t help but turn the finger on myself.
We’re not sure where the answers will take us. But we’re certain that we’ll all be on that journey together.
The thought of holding hands, sitting round a camp fire and singing ‘kumbaya’ with Nick Griffin absolutely fills me with revulsion.
I would find it odd going to a Church of Women, a Manchester United Supporters’ church, the Church of the Uncool, or the Church of the Latter-Day Take That lovers.
These little bundles of joy see me coming. I’m surrounded by them. Their little eyes piercing my heart.