TW: depression, suicide If there is one word that comes anywhere close to capturing what Christianity means to me, it would be the simple word “life”. I guess ‘life’ has lots of different implications, but in this case all of them would be true: Christianity gives me a purpose for life; it’s completely integral to the way I live; and honestly, God is the main reason why I’ve even got physical life still today. Today, I ascribe so much of how I live to be a result of my faith.

Home. When I heard the theme for last term's CU week-long event, I thought it was beautiful and simple – and a perfect encapsulation of what it means to be a Christian. Some of you may have read the blog post I wrote last year for the Everything in Colour blog. There, I talked about my journey in and through faith and the hope and strength that my relationship with Jesus has provided me throughout my life. I’m not going to talk about that here. Instead, I’m simply going to ta

I am someone that has spent far too much of my life concerned with what others think of me. I have too often made decisions on the basis of the impact it would have on how others perceived me. When others seemed to think poorly of me, I found myself struggling; I felt I lacked meaning. The alternative was little better and far less frequent. When others thought well of me, I felt as if I had a shadow of worth and security but the problem in finding your identity in what other