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.

Looking at the gleaming chrome, soaring windows and mood lighting, most people strolling Leichhardts busy Norton Street would be unaware they were looking at one of the citys latest gospel ventures.

Maiko Watanabe thought she was coming to Australia to learn more about language "“ she didnt think she would soon be talking about a whole new career.

We do not implement an altar call in any service here at Capitol Hill Baptist, and we would discourage other churches from doing so as well. Yet we dont refrain because were hyper-Calvinists or Universalists. So why disparage a time-honored tradition?