Memories can feel like a series of hazy vignettes—snippets of people, places, conversations and feelings. In my case, it’s a two-up-two-down in the north of England and playing with the other kids in the street. A gap year in Ireland, goat herding…

I don’t always see it coming. But some days just creep up on me where I know my faith feels lacking. Not absent—just sucked of its life. Dry, dusty, like Miss Havisham’s dining room. Sometimes it happens when I’ve let life get in the way: work, parenting…

Ruth, thanks so much for speaking to us. I’ve heard you say before that you are a very ‘unlikely’ Christian. Can you tell us a bit about who you are and how you came to trust Jesus? I grew up in the 1970s in the north of England with wonderful hippy, anti-establishment,…