The story unfolds

The story unfolds…

Some words from the author

There are stories we tell and there are stories which tell themselves, which insist on their own integrity and refuse all our attempts to control them.

I never intended to write The Gospel of Love. The story of Judas simply began to appear on the page one day. I didn’t know what I was writing: no plans, no expectation, no agenda. And that’s really how it’s been ever since. The words come, I write them down, trying to resist the temptation to ask “What happens next?”

This way of writing feels like a lesson in trust. An invitation to let things be and allow the story to unfold in its own way, at its own pace. Sending the chapters out into the world as the book evolves feels a bit like a leap of faith.

There comes a point in every journey when we are encouraged to take a step into the unknown, without thought for where it leads.

This is my step… I invite you to join me for the journey.

The first chapters of The Gospel of Love can be read below. Over time more will emerge and join them as the book grows and takes shape. What you are reading is the evolution of a story and a creative process: spontaneous, alive, not yet committed to paper.

When the last chapter is complete, The Gospel of Love will be carefully crafted and re-edited, hopefully to be released as a book.

Read the latest chapter

Throughout history there are points of fracture, immense waves which break upon civilisations wiping away everything that has come before. These events are as intimate with the cycles of life as the seasons and as crucial to the human story as the rays of the sun which fall on earth.…
Where do I begin? I must admit that to tell everything from the start would challenge even the most patient of audiences. I cannot claim my life was always so fascinating as to require much in the way of context. I was born. I grew up – healthy for the…
As I grew into a man I realised there were decisions to be made. Childhood shelters us from the harsh winds of responsibility and our childish freedoms seem to come easily. But as childhood fades and society demands more from us than we ever could have imagined, our freedoms have…
On the shores of the bluest sea I had ever set eyes on, Alexandria was a city like no other. Positioned to gaze unwaveringly in the direction of Rome, its streets were filled with accents from halfway across the known world: from Syria, Babylon and Persia, India and Asia Minor,…
In the days and weeks that followed I found myself merging with the ebb and flow of the city, leaving almost no trace of my existence. My encounter with the soldier had left me in a state of shock. Life in Alexandria was so different to what I was used…