Living a life which truly reflects the faith we profess is no new problem. We all relate to the Apostle Paul when he says… I have the desire to do good, but I cannot carry it out… the evil I do not want to do – this I keep on doing… when I want to do good, evil is right there with me. (Romans 7: 14 ff.) No doubt the problem seems even more pronounced for paid church workers and their families who feel constantly watched and assessed by parishioners and congregation members.

In the turmoil of the abortion debate, the to and fro between pro-choice and pro-life there are voices that are rarely heard. They are the women who have undergone abortions and have been horribly scarred emotionally and even physically as a result.

Stuart Piggin has given us yet another of his reflections on the subject of revival. It has been, as many will know, a special concern of his for many years and his particular brand of historical and personal reflection on the subject has both strengths and weaknesses.

Michael Frost has a growing reputation as a writer and teacher who can invigorate our faith by urging us to see God from new and quirky angles. In his previous book, Jesus the Fool, he argued that Jesus was hardly the pious and bloodless Hollywood hero we often see, but was instead more like a court jester, poking fun and deflating pomposity.

I remember two bits of advice given to me about getting married. Dad’s simple advice was not to do it. A friend told me to forget any idea of the wedding being ‘mine’.

As I typed in the ISBN number just then I found myself thinking - why did I bother? Because Eucalyptus is not a novel you will have trouble finding. It is, on the contrary, one you may have had trouble avoiding for the last year.

Disgrace is a deeply disturbing book. It is not an easy read. A novel of despair, it is set in a world where "one ceases to be surprised that what used to be as hard as hard can be, grows harder yet." Yet for all its random violence, fractured relationships and sense of loss, Disgrace is also a powerful, honest novel, and one that deserves attention.

After seven years of work on his novel, Dirt Music, Tim Winton had a 1200 page manuscript and a book that he ‘hated’.