Ruth Clemence

writer & blogger

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  • Writing When It Hurts

    Writing When It Hurts

    Sat at the keyboard, all I want to do is curl up in bed, pull the duvet up over my head and sleep. Before I fall asleep I would probably shed some tears. I cry – a lot. It’s part of me expressing that inward ache of deep sadness. Rather than yelling, I cry. Rather… Read more

  • Rend To Revival

    Rend To Revival

     I woke up to this headline (click to read it): People of no religion outnumber Christians in England and Wales The Church of England are thinking about this: Today we remember brothers John and Charles Wesley, Evangelists and Hymn Writers who are known for leading the Methodist revival (1/3) — The Church of England (@churchofengland)… Read more

  • Five Years of Blogging

    Today marks my 5th anniversary of blogging. I have written about all sorts of topics including: Bruce Almighty, becoming a wife, Auschwitz, the homeless,  the Highway Code (or my version of it at least) and so much more – check out the archives on my the right hand side of my home page. A lot has happened… Read more

  • A Rubbish Story

    On the desk where I do most of my writing, there is a  pink table-top waste bin. It was a gift. Who else has been given a bin as a gift? At face value (and yes, it does have a face) it didn’t look like much. However, this bin is a daily reminder that value… Read more

  • The Higher Way Code – One Way

    Don’t all roads lead to God? Many people spend their life on the road in search of something. There are many different roads to choose. Each road offers something different – a different way to live, a different destination, different sights along the way. We all get the choice to travel down the road that… Read more

  • The Higher Way Code – A Narrow Road

    “I didn’t go to religion to make me happy. I always knew a bottle of Port would do that. If you want a religion to make you feel really comfortable, I certainly don’t recommend Christianity.” C.S.Lewis Some people view Christianity as restrictive. Nobody likes to be told how to live their life and as a… Read more