I've come to believe the adage, "expression deepens impression". Here is a group of men and women, most of whom were unchurched, standing before Bishop Rob and publicly declaring their allegiance to Christ. This is where the "expression deepens impression" thing plays out.

The latest attacks on Londons transport system are eerily familiar to Liz Hogarth and her family, who are now reliving the bombings that began this new phase of terror.

Our Bible study group is working through the Moore College "Introduction to the Bible" and weve reached the end of the Old Testament. Over and over again weve noticed that one generation can make or break the people of God. Those who wholeheartedly followed God into the promised land with Joshua were quickly replaced by those who forgot. After evil Manasseh came reforming Josiah. Alas, after Josiahs death, Judah returned to idols.

I grew up in England. My family, from as early as I can remember, used to get together each evening to share Mums beautiful home cooked meal - which we would eat in complete silence. Perhaps this flowed from a staunch retention of Victorian values? Im afraid not. Rather, without fail we would sit transfixed in a quarter circle, plates on our laps, with our eyes glues to the TV.

Jews for Jesus are standing defiant against continued assaults on their ministry after vandals have again smashed the windows of their Bondi Junction bookshop.

Sydney Anglicans packing boxes in a Kingsgrove basement never imagined thousands of miles away their aid container would become the target of trade pirates.

Dreams are a fascinating and mysterious part of our lives. They can reveal prophecies and promises. They can cause us to wake in terror. In our sleeping state we experience stories and images that can frighten or delight. In our waking moments the memory of these nightly visions slips away from us. In Elizabeth Knoxs spellbinding novel, Dreamhunter, dreams are more than a physiological part of sleep they are a cultural phenomenon.

Wendy Estall is helping form one of the last lines of defence between the 'baby boomers and their Godless march to the grave.