28 years on, six people are to be prosecuted for the Hillsborough tragedy. What, just six? Is that justice? Is nobody else to blame?

What about the more widespread culture of mutual support and avoiding blame, among the police just as in many occupations? After all, whistleblowers are unpopular – and the louder the whistle, the more unpopular the blower.

It takes a while for living compostable material to rot down and become the stuff of life again. It’s best not to examine it too closely while this is happening.

Perhaps this is what the Church of England was thinking during the decades spanning the abuse of vulnerable people by one of its prelates and by another highly regarded individual whose integrity was compromised by, presumably, the toxic mix of sado-eroticism and religion.

This is my sermon for this coming Sunday, published early in case any other preacher wants to pinch bits. The text is Jeremiah 20:7-13.

It compares the recent changes in British values with the tensions in Judean values at the time of Jeremiah.

This is my sermon for this coming Sunday, based on the Lectionary epistle, published in advance in case any other preacher wants to pinch bits.

It is planned for the Open Table service for the LGBT+ community in Liverpool, on its ninth birthday.

‘There is no fear in love’ (1 John 4:18).

If I’m honest about it, these words strike me as optimistic, even somewhat whimsical.

Most people’s life experience has demonstrated at one time or another that fear takes absolute precedence when it comes to violent defining moments, or ‘crises’, in the full sense of the word.