by Maggy Whitehouse | Feb 14, 2020 | Spirit
It’s Holy Week, so it’s as good a time as any for bringing up the matter of Judas. Loads of people nowadays ask whether he was as bad as he was painted or whether he’s a scapegoat for Judaism. There’s The Gospel of Judas and, most likely, Rev....
by Maggy Whitehouse | Oct 2, 2019 | Spirit
When you’re a vicar, you get used to the feeling that every time you walk into a room an elephant walks in with you. I’m used to mine now, he’s called Gordon and he drinks. It’s probably the embarrassment of the company he keeps. Maybe...
by Maggy Whitehouse | Oct 1, 2019 | Spirit
The first time my mother met my bishop, he was wearing his pyjamas and having a fag in the garden. I should emphasise here for my American friends that ‘having a fag’ in the UK means ‘smoking a cigarette,’ but from my mother’s reaction it could easily have been the...
by Maggy Whitehouse | Oct 9, 2017 | Uncategorized
I was lying in the bath, pondering the Bible passages that orthodox religious folk use when discussing the folk they disapprove of – as you do – when I got a sentence in my head. This doesn’t happen all that often. And when the sentence appears in...
by Maggy Whitehouse | Aug 9, 2017 | Spirit
Today I bought a rainbow-coloured clerical shirt for going to perform at the Edinburgh Fringe. I’m not gay and, to be totally honest, gay marriage still makes me feel slightly weird. It’s not that I don’t support the idea, I do—it’s just that...
