All articles by Jeff Lucas – Page 4
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Regular ColumnistsThe sound of silence
It’s a frustrating moment. You’re having an important conversation with a friend on the phone, when suddenly the line goes dead, usually at a critical place when they’re just about to tell you that the baby has been born, the stock market has collapsed or that chap in charge of North Korea has decided to volunteer at a food bank and revise his haircut.
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Regular ColumnistsThe Doorman
Being a man, and trying to be polite with it, can be challenging these days.
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Regular ColumnistsNever say never
It’s a conversation that the now President of the United States bitterly regrets. Unaware that he was being recorded, he was caught making horribly abusive comments about the way he treated women. His exact words are well known, releasing me from the need to stain this page by repeating them. ...
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Regular ColumnistsShadow boxing
The dive master surveyed the nervous gaggle of divers, including me. He knew we were all scared and seemed quite delighted about it. We were about to conquer the depths of the Great Barrier Reef.
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Regular ColumnistsPray and Display
Snakes. They look scary, they slither and hiss, and Adam should never have chatted with one. Here in Colorado they’re our neighbours.
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Regular ColumnistsIt’s A Dog’s Life
I’ve never been a fan of bumper stickers, especially the Christian kind.
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Regular ColumnistsWhen God took over my church meeting
Jeff Lucas tells the story of how the Holy Spirit took over a Christian meeting in a remarkable way.
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Regular ColumnistsGO AWAY
‘You’re doing what?’ My interrogator, his voice shrill and appalled, his nose wrinkled with disdain, stared at me with a mixture of shock and pity.
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Regular ColumnistsA RITE OF PASSAGE
Clutching my ticket for a brief trip on the London underground, I squeezed myself into the crammed rush-hour carriage.
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Regular ColumnistsThe Power of Prejudice
I was in unfamiliar territory, sitting in an Anglican church with high ceilings and even higher theology. I loved the warm glow of the flickering candles, but I felt uncomfortable in a church that was stylistically a billion miles from my own worship expression of choice.
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Regular ColumnistsMultitasking
A message popped up on my computer screen. It seemed innocuous enough, announcing that it was time for my software to be updated. A single mouse click would launch the procedure.
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Regular ColumnistsWaiting
Waiting is one of my least favourite things. At the supermarket cheese counter I take one of the numbers helpfully dispensed to prevent irate shoppers from punching each other if someone jumps the queue.
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Regular ColumnistsIntimate
My personal history of gaffs and lash-ups is extensive. Once I asked a lady when her baby was due – when it had arrived weeks earlier
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Regular ColumnistsStep away from the plate
Fasting. It’s one of my least favourite things. There are absolutely no benefits that I can think of, and personally I’m against it. I rather fear that there’s been a terrible spelling error, resulting in thousands depriving themselves of food through the centuries, and all because of a lash-up by an errant Friday afternoon scribe.
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Regular ColumnistsTaking Jesus to the movies
Kathleen has an unusual hobby. She likes to take Jesus to the movies. In this case, Jesus goes by the name of Barney.
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Regular ColumnistsOffloading
I have just returned from a trip to one of my favourite places. Visiting this particular destination is always refreshing; a minibreak there never fails to re-energise me. Checking in is always a breeze, and it’s very inexpensive. I go every week.
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Regular ColumnistsShouty Church
It was a provocative slant on the Easter story. Last April, broadcaster and journalist Janet Street-Porter made a poignant observation about the society we’re becoming, and suggested that we’re using technology like a rabble of loud bullies.
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Regular ColumnistsThe haircut
Hairdressers often make great evangelists. For one thing, they have a captive audience, keen to chat beyond the standard conversational fodder that they (and taxi drivers everywhere) have to endure: ‘So, have you been busy?’.
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Regular ColumnistsSlow up
I stared at the envelope and tried to halt the rising feeling of dread that sickened my stomach. Printed on the corner of the stern brown stationery was the Surrey constabulary’s logo. Meldrew-like, I could not believe it. I had been caught speeding yet again; the hapless target of a motorway camera.
