The Day I Met My Seventeen Year-Old Self
By: Sheridan Voysey
What would you say to your seventeen year-old self if you met them face to face? One strange afternoon I had such an experience. Read more
By: Sheridan Voysey
What would you say to your seventeen year-old self if you met them face to face? One strange afternoon I had such an experience. Read more
By: Sheridan Voysey
Earlier this year, before COVID made things complicated, I attended a thanksgiving service for a much-loved member of our church. We lost Eileen to cancer at just 68 years of age. As the service began, more chairs had to be put out to accommodate the number of people arriving. And it led to a lesson learned about grief. Read more
By: Sheridan Voysey
A vivid sunset, a misty horizon, the vibrant life of a colourful coral reef. In the presence of such beauty could we in fact be glimpsing something more? Read more
By: Sheridan Voysey
In a celebrity-driven age like ours it’s easy to applaud those who work on the top deck—the public faces of business, government, medicine, entertainment—while overlooking those who work in the galleys and engine rooms that keep the ship running. Read more
By: Sheridan Voysey
A few years ago, researchers did a fascinating experiment. Wanting to know when people would step in to help a stranger, they asked participants to watch a woman named Elaine experience a series of mild electric shocks. Read more
By: Sheridan Voysey
If there’s one member of our household taking these uncertain times in his stride, it’s our black-furred, silver-pawed cockapoo, Rupert—whose playfulness is getting him through heatwaves and lockdowns alike. Read more
By: Sheridan Voysey
I thought I was getting through this COVID crisis OK—until a couple of weeks ago. That’s when chores started taking longer to do, broken by spells of staring at walls. Read more
By: Sheridan Voysey
I recently heard a fascinating story about a heart surgeon. At the end of one operation, he returned his patient’s heart back into the chest and began gently massaging it back to life. But the heart wouldn’t restart. Read more
By: Sheridan Voysey
Pick up a typical self-help book and it probably won’t be long before the author tells you to Follow your dreams. As a dreamer, I love this advice. But if you were to ask my friend about hers, she’d struggle to tell you. Read more
By: Sheridan Voysey
On a day-to-day level, few of us probably think much about angels. They’re just stone statues in cemeteries or marble sculptures in galleries, the stuff of children’s tales and renaissance paintings, not of flesh-and-blood life. I may be wrong, but even people of faith probably give little thought to them. Read more