Archive
Author: Alasdair Renwick-Hale
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Philosophy and Theology Argued as Colleagues
I remember sitting in a drafty hospital chapel many years ago, listening to a young scholar try to explain the seamless harmony of the…
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A Proverb Is a Pattern, Not a Promise
I remember sitting in a dim hospital room in the middle of a February night, holding the hand of a man who had spent…
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Copying by Hand for a Thousand Years
I remember sitting in a dim corner of a university archive years ago, the scent of vanilla and decay thick in the air, watching…
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Debt Transfers Freedom to Someone Else
I remember sitting in a dim hospital corridor thirty years ago, holding the hand of a man who had spent his entire life working…
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Prophecy Spoke to Its Own Moment First
I remember sitting in a sterile hospital room during a late-night shift, listening to a man try to make sense of a terrifying diagnosis…
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Naming Three Things Changes What You Notice
I remember sitting in a dim hospital room in the late nineties, holding the hand of a man who had lost almost everything in…
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Trust Erodes Quietly and Rebuilds Slowly
I remember sitting in a cramped, fluorescent-lit hospital waiting room thirty years ago, listening to two nurses speak in hushed, urgent tones about a…
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Monasteries Preserved More Than Prayers
I remember sitting in a small, drafty chapel in the North of England, watching a young man try to explain the role of monasticism…
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Every Letter Answered a Question We Only Partly Hear
I remember sitting in a dim hospital room in the late nineties, holding the hand of a man who was trying to make sense…
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Fairness Is Noticed Most by Those Who Lack Power
I remember sitting in a cramped, fluorescent-lit consultation room during my third year as a chaplain, listening to a man describe how he had…