By Peter Matthews My wife came home a couple of days ago with some flowers for the house. Three bunches of nice white flowers which I won’t pretend I was able to name, and another…
By Peter Matthews My wife came home a couple of days ago with some flowers for the house. Three bunches of nice white flowers which I won’t pretend I was able to name, and another…
By Peter Carr I am becoming increasingly concerned regarding the number of early withdrawals from the government’s Kiwisaver Scheme. But first a background. The right to some form of financial recompense for a lifetime of…
Faith in Waipa By Christine Bryant Lay Minister, St John’s Anglican Church High summer – the time of the year gardeners look forward to. At least this is true for those lucky enough to live…
By Julie Guest Vicar, Parish of St John’s Anglican Church 2021 has arrived. Admittedly it was a fairly subdued arrival but I was surprised by the prevalent, “Let’s leave the horrors of 2020 behind us,”…
No Planet B By Peter Matthews We had the annual work do at our house last week; and very pleasant it was too. My boss organised the catering and so a van arrived at about…
Faith in Waipa By Tessa Guest Christmas is just a few short weeks away, can you believe it? The anticipation of treasured times with family, amongst feasts and presents is rising, and many of us…
The Age of Reason By Peter Carr Moving towards the Christmas season it is perhaps timely to be reflecting on the year past – a year that has been full of surprises, difficulties, change. And…
No Planet B By Peter Matthews Travelling on the Southern Motorway last night, towards the Bombay Hills, we found that we were approaching a mass of yellow lights and arrows telling us to slow down…
Faith in Cambridge By Murray Smith Senor Leader Bridges Church Sometimes in history, people and situations which were not particularly accorded as being of much significance turn out to be of immense importance. This is…
The Age of Reason By Peter Carr For several years I have been fiddling with matters pertaining to my personal heritage. The ‘fiddling’ part – in the earlier days – was because I really did…