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A bit like luck

On the roads in India they say you need three things, “good brakes, good horn and good luck”. Hurtling along narrow mountain passes as we wound our way up into the Himalayas, I found out first hand, this couldn’t be closer to the truth. Busses, taxis and the occasional horse…

And why I stopped.

Talk to my God like He’s remote, unloving or ominous. He is not the god of dimly-lit shrines, forbidding intermediaries or blood oaths taken at midnight. He is closer than my skin, more in love with me than I can be with myself and more open than the sky. Compare…