WCC assembly opens with prayers, reflections and great hopes


The 10th Assembly of the World Council of Churches (WCC) opened on Wednesday, 30 October in Busan, Republic of Korea under the theme “God of life, lead us to justice and peace.”
The opening service of common prayer on the first day of the assembly honoured diverse faith traditions from around the world. The gathering prayer included deeply moving litanies of lamentations, cries and hopes from the churches in Africa, Asia, the Caribbean, Europe, Latin America, the Middle East, North America and the Pacific. Continue reading

President launches National Bushfire Appeal


The President of the Uniting Church in Australia Rev Prof Andrew Dutney has launched a national appeal to support those facing loss and hardship from the bushfires in New South Wales.

“The fires have destroyed and damaged hundreds of homes in the Blue Mountains and nearby areas and are still burning out of control,” said Andrew. Continue reading

Christian activists pray and fast to protest nuclear dangers in Busan and beyond


In preparation for the World Council of Churches (WCC) 10th Assembly in Busan, Republic of Korea (South Korea), pastors and peace activists in that nation are holding 40 days of fasting and prayer in front of the Busan City Hall. They are protesting the dangers of nuclear radiation and asking to shut down South Korea’s oldest and incident-prone Kori Nuclear Power Plant, some 20 kilometres from the venue of the WCC assembly. Continue reading

Forgiveness: Not for the faint hearted

Sick of turning the other cheek? Dianne Jensen explores what it means to forgive and to be forgiven.

Rev Julie Nicholson is known worldwide as the vicar who couldn’t forgive. The Anglican priest stepped down from her position because she was unable to forgive the suicide bomber who  had murdered her daughter at Edgware Road tube station in London in July 2005. She could no longer speak the words of reconciliation which were fundamental to her role. Continue reading

Courage for our time


As a boy I would spend much of the summer holidays staying with my grandparents. It was always a splendid time. I would sit with my grandfather early in the morning and drink  morning Camp Coffee while he smoked his pipe. I still remember the smell of the Condor Tobacco as he told me stories of his life. In some way I think telling his story was about beginning to write my story. Continue reading