It's true - we've started a blog called 'In the dad house'.
The idea for this blog is to strengthen and extend the reach of our voice in the realm of fatherhood. Our hope is that it will be read by fathers and father figures as well as Who Let The Dads Out? group leaders, and that it will contribute to our vision to turn the hearts of fathers to their children and the hearts of children to their fathers to make ready a people prepared for the Lord.
We're looking for contributing writers - if you've got a story to tell, send over your ideas to our Comms officer at vicky.hathaway@brf.org.uk.
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Four father figures and a fry-up
My gradually expanding waistline is evidence of a number of things. Firstly, there is my lack of self-restraint.
What makes you smile?
I had a lovely, but rather poignant moment this weekend, which always tends to be the way when I spend quality time with my son… cheesy as it is, you really do learn so much from children; it’s rat
An irritating voice and the clothes-peg doctor
One of the - ahem - ‘privileges’ of working in a home office is that you get to hang the washing out on sunny days, and bring it in again when it ra
Do you want to be a hero? Here's how...
There is a book lying on my desk called Daddy Is My Hero. It’s a picture book all about how Daddy looks normal, but how he becomes a knight, a wizard and other heroic characters.
I'm a believer
Do you believe in belief?
Dr Alfred Jones eventually learned to believe in belief. He said this:
What will my children inherit?
I have been thinking about what kind of legacy my father has left me and, in comparison, what kind of legacy I would like to leave for my own children – focusing on four areas: an obje
First person plural
For the most part, golf is a particularly singular game - one man's personal battle through adversity to deliver a small dimpled ball into what, at times, feels like a ridiculously tiny hole.
The curse I share with Andre Agassi's father
I've been reading the autobiography of the tennis player Andre Agassi, and I turned the corner of page 165 because there was something written there that I wanted to go back to, one paragraph that