Saving my Smoting I have got incontrovertible, absolute, divine Proof of Non-God. I have been so incontrovertibly, absolutely, divinely sinful, I should have been smote from here to Kingdom Come. Yes, I should have been smote, not whispering: I’ve had some lucky escapes!   Unless – He (or She more like) is saving my smoting for when I least expect it, savouring it Ten Thousand Times over. No, I don’t think so. I think Non-God nods as my sins run round and round and round and round my head.  ...

By Matthew Robinson Matthew is a British-Cambodian TV and film producer, director and writer. In this article, he explores the elusive...

I beg for mercy, Lord most just, For all the wrong that I have wrought; For all my pride, for all my lust, For all my sin, for all my...