Myths About Asylum Seekers

So often, conversations about asylum seekers get stuck in the same loop of half-truths and outright myths. You’ll hear the same lines repeated over and over, usually with a shake of the head or a knowing sigh. But when you pause and look a little closer, the reality is very different.

One of the biggest misconceptions is that people seeking asylum are illegal. They’re not. Under international law, it’s a human right to seek sanctuary, no matter how you arrive, even in a small boat. Nor are people flocking here for benefits. The truth is sobering, asylum seekers live on around £6 a day and are usually not allowed to work.

You’ll also hear claims that Britain is overrun, yet our numbers are far lower than Germany, France, or even tiny Lebanon. And the idea that most claims are fake doesn’t hold water either. Nearly half are accepted straight away, and many more succeed on appeal, which shows the system recognizes genuine need.

Another common refrain is that asylum seekers are a burden. But once allowed to work, refugees bring skills, determination, and fresh perspectives that enrich local communities. The argument that people should apply from abroad sounds neat but ignores the reality: safe legal routes are scarce, and international law allows people to apply once they reach our shores.

Some picture asylum seekers as all young men, but families, women, and children are making these dangerous journeys too. Sometimes young men travel ahead simply because it’s too perilous for vulnerable loved ones. Others say they jump the housing queue, yet they have no choice in where they’re placed, and they don’t take priority over council housing.

And no, they don’t have to stay in the first safe country. Many come here because they already have family, language, or cultural connections. Perhaps the most harmful myth is that asylum seekers pose a danger. In truth, there’s no evidence they’re more likely to commit crimes. Many are women and children themselves, running from violence, just hoping for the same safety we’d wish for our own families.

Behind the headlines and the noise, that’s really what asylum is about: people looking for safety, dignity, and a chance to rebuild their lives.

Thinking Faithfully with God

The phrase ‘don’t lean on your own understanding’ comes from Proverbs 3:5: Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. It can sound like a call to switch off your brain, to stop thinking and just believe. But that’s not what it means at all.

The Book of Proverbs is full of encouragement to seek wisdom, understanding, and knowledge. Thinking clearly and growing in insight is part of what it means to live well. So, it’s not about rejecting reason or intellect, far from it.

What this verse is saying is something deeper. It’s about posture, not intelligence. ‘Leaning’ on your own understanding means depending solely on your own perspective, as if your view of the world is always right, complete, or enough. And that’s a risky way to live.

There’s nothing wrong with understanding, the problem is when we trust it more than we trust God. Human insight, however sharp, is still limited. We see through a glass darkly. We can’t always spot the traps ahead or understand the full weight of what’s going on in someone else’s heart. We misread situations, judge too quickly, or let ego and fear shape our choices.

God invites us to trust him with all our heart, not because thinking is bad, but because he sees the whole picture and we don’t. We’re not called to switch off our minds, but to hold our conclusions lightly, with humility and openness to his guidance.

In a world that prizes independence and self-sufficiency, this kind of trust might feel countercultural, but it’s also freeing. We don’t need to have it all figured out. We can use our brains and lean on grace, and in that space, that tension between thought and trust, we often find the wisdom we really need.

Hopetown Darlington

Darlington has long been known as the birthplace of the railway, and nowhere is that legacy celebrated more vividly than at Hopetown Darlington. Formerly the Head of Steam Museum, this reimagined 7.5 acre site blends heritage and innovation, telling the story of how the railways changed the world while inviting visitors to experience history in creative ways.

Visitors arrive through the 1833 Goods Shed, now transformed into a welcoming entrance with a café, shop, and interactive media. From there, the site opens up into a collection of historic buildings. The old North Road Station, built in 1842, houses displays about the birth of the Stockton & Darlington Railway. Nearby, the Carriage Works hosts exhibitions and archives, while also being home to the Darlington Locomotive Works, where the A1 Steam Locomotive Trust continues the tradition of steam engineering by constructing a new engine, the Prince of Wales.

Families are especially well-catered for. The imaginative Wagon Woods playground takes inspiration from railway inclines and wagons, designed for both accessibility and adventure. Outdoor spaces like Foundry Green host community events and seasonal festivals, making Hopetown as much a gathering place as a museum.

What makes it even more remarkable is that general admission is free. Visitors can explore the historic galleries, watch engineering in action, or simply enjoy the café and open grounds, with only certain exhibitions and activities carrying a small fee.

Hopetown reopened in 2024 after a £35 million redevelopment, complete with immersive attractions like the Experiment! 4D ride and creative programmes for schools and communities. It’s not just a museum but a celebration of heritage, imagination, and community where the past and future of rail come alive together.

Laws Pointing to Grace

It’s remarkable that the Bible, written over centuries by many different people in diverse places and cultures, carries such a consistent and unified message. At first glance, the Old Testament and the New Testament can feel worlds apart. The Old Testament often centres on laws, commandments, and a structured way of living that shaped the identity of Israel as God’s people. These laws, from the Ten Commandments to the intricate rules of worship and daily life, weren’t just arbitrary restrictions, they were meant to guide a community in holiness, justice, and compassion.

Then we step into the New Testament, and the focus shifts. Here we see Jesus, the Word made flesh, embodying grace and truth. The emphasis is less on external regulation and more on transformation from within. Instead of merely telling people how to live, Jesus shows them: by eating with outcasts, forgiving sins, healing the broken, and ultimately giving his life for the sake of the world. The Apostle Paul captures this when he writes that the law was our guardian until Christ came, but now we’re justified by faith.

Yet these two parts of Scripture are not in conflict. The laws of the Old Testament prepared the way, revealing humanity’s need for God’s mercy. The grace of the New Testament fulfils the heart of those laws, drawing us into deeper relationship with God. From start to finish, the Bible tells one story, a God who longs to restore his people and renew creation.

The Illusion of Security

A man in the crowd interrupted Jesus with a demand: Tell my brother to divide the inheritance with me. It sounded fair enough, but Jesus didn’t grant it. Instead, he told a story. A rich man’s land produced such a bumper crop that he ran out of storage. So he decided to tear down his barns and build bigger ones. Sorted, he thought. Security, ease, a future assured. But God called him a fool: This very night your life will be demanded from you. Luke 12:13-21

Jesus wasn’t condemning wealth, but the illusion that it can secure us. The man in the parable wasn’t wicked, just self-focused. He mistook abundance for arrival and comfort for meaning. He didn’t see that life is more than possessions; it’s about what we do with them.

We live in a culture that glorifies accumulation, bigger homes, fuller wardrobes, more clicks, more likes. But Jesus speaks of being rich toward God: storing treasure that doesn’t rust or rot. That kind of richness isn’t about having nothing, it’s about holding things lightly, giving freely, and living with open hands.

This parable invites us to stop and take stock. What are we building? Who are we becoming? Are we storing up things that vanish, or investing in things that endure; love, kindness, compassion, courage?

Jesus offers no condemnation here, just a piercing question and a gentle call: live for more. Give freely. Love well. Let your life be shaped not by the barns you build, but by the grace you carry into the world.

Choose Humanity, Not Sides

You can remain neutral in the Israel–Palestine conflict and condemn evil actions on both sides. It’s not a football match, you don’t have to take sides, that merely inflames tensions. When we treat complex, painful realities like sporting rivalries, we reduce human lives to points scored and grievances to tribal loyalty. The world doesn’t need more cheerleaders, it needs people with the courage to uphold humanity, even when doing so is unpopular.

Neutrality isn’t the absence of empathy. It’s a position of moral clarity that says no to rockets fired at civilians, no to the killing of children, no to hostage-taking, and no to the siege and dehumanisation of entire populations. It refuses to paint one side as purely good and the other as inherently evil. Because suffering doesn’t ask for ID before it bleeds.

Remaining neutral doesn’t mean silence either. It means refusing to be co-opted by propaganda and instead choosing to speak up with conscience. It means recognising the real fears of Jewish Israelis who live under the shadow of terror, while also seeing the crushing despair of Palestinians denied dignity and basic rights. It means mourning every life lost, not just those who look or pray like you.

This conflict has gone on for generations, fuelled by trauma, politics, power, and pain. There’s no simple fix, and shouting louder won’t bring peace closer. What might help is a collective pause, a refusal to cheer for bloodshed, a willingness to listen, and the strength to call out injustice wherever it occurs.

So, don’t let anyone shame you for not picking a side. Choose the side of peace. Choose the side of humanity. Let your voice be one that builds bridges, not walls. Because when the dust settles, it’s not the slogans we remember, it’s the lives saved, the hands extended, and the quiet acts of courage that dared to say enough!

The Bottle of Notes & MIMA

Tucked into the heart of Middlesbrough, the Bottle of Notes and the Middlesbrough Institute of Modern Art (MIMA) stand as two bold declarations that this proud post-industrial town has never lost its creative spark. Together, they form a kind of artistic gateway (one outdoors, one within) both inviting passers-by to pause, to look up, and to wonder.

The Bottle of Notes, created by Claes Oldenburg and Coosje van Bruggen in 1993, was the UK’s first public sculpture by international artists of that stature. It’s a twisting, open steel bottle, standing over nine metres tall, scribed with words from the journals of Captain James Cook, one of Middlesbrough’s most famous sons. The sculpture weaves his words with Coosje’s own poetic reflections, looping them together in English and French. It’s as if the sculpture itself is a message tossed into the sea of public space: fragmentary, fluid, beautifully unexpected. You don’t just look at the Bottle, you walk around it, beneath it, inside its gentle chaos. And if you let the words wash over you, you might just catch a glimpse of adventure.

Just a short stroll away is MIMA, one of the UK’s leading contemporary art galleries. It opened in 2007 with a striking glass façade that reflects both the sky and the people walking past. Inside, it’s a thoughtful space that doesn’t shout, but listens. MIMA champions not just visual art, but social change. Its exhibitions range from internationally acclaimed artists to community-rooted projects that give voice to the region’s lived experience. It’s not a place where art sits on a pedestal, it’s where art meets life.

Together, the Bottle of Notes and MIMA tell a quiet but powerful story: that Middlesbrough is a place of imagination and resilience. In steel and glass, poetry and paint, they remind us that art can belong to everyone, and that every place, no matter its past, can shape a creative future.

The Gift of Stillness

They’d welcomed him into their home with love. Martha moved briskly from kitchen to table, napkin to pitcher, caught up in the quiet flurry of hospitality. She wanted it to be perfect, for Jesus, for the disciples, for everyone. But in the middle of all that effort, her heart boiled over. And Mary? She just sat there. At his feet. Listening.

Luke 10:38–42 offers a moment so simple, yet piercingly human. Two sisters, one Saviour, and a question that still echoes in every crowded to-do list and anxious heartbeat: what really matters?

Jesus wasn’t dismissing Martha’s service. He saw her. Her care, her planning, her desire to honour him. But he also saw something else, how burdened she’d become. Her kindness had turned to resentment. Her focus had blurred. And gently, he called her back: “You are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed, or indeed only one.”

Mary had chosen that one thing. Not out of laziness, but love. She’d seen that presence was more precious than performance. That sometimes the most faithful act is to stop. Sit. Listen. Let the noise fade and the voice of Christ rise.

For those of us who care deeply, who show our love through action, who carry much on tired shoulders, it’s a tender invitation, not a rebuke. Jesus doesn’t shame Martha; he reorients her. He reminds us all that intimacy must anchor our activity. That being with him is never a waste of time.

In our culture of hustle and pressure, where value so often lies in output and pace, this story subverts expectations. It speaks of worth that’s not earned but received. A posture, not of striving, but surrender.

So today, may we find a quiet moment. A seat at his feet. A stillness that lets grace in. Because the dishes can wait, but his voice, his presence, is here now. And that, dear soul, is the better part.

Not Evil, Just Honest

Many consider the lyrics of Black Sabbath to be dark and sinister. In fact, nothing could be further from the truth. Beneath the heavy riffs and haunting vocals lies a band deeply concerned with the world’s injustices, the fragility of the human soul, and the dangers of unchecked power. Rather than glorifying evil, Black Sabbath often turned a critical eye on it: warning, questioning, and mourning rather than celebrating destruction.

Take War Pigs for example, often mistaken for a violent anthem, when in reality it’s a scathing critique of warmongers who send others to die in their place. The band pulls no punches in exposing the hypocrisy and cruelty of those in charge. Similarly, Children of the Grave isn’t a doom-laden chant, it’s a passionate plea for peace, calling on the younger generation to stand against hatred and build a better future. That doesn’t sound like a celebration of darkness; it sounds like a cry for light.

Even songs that touch on the supernatural or the occult often do so to explore fear, manipulation, and the unseen battles of the mind. Black Sabbath, the self-titled track, plays like a horror story, but it’s rooted in bassist Geezer Butler’s real experience of spiritual terror and questioning. These weren’t just theatrics; they were ways of giving shape to the anxieties and moral questions that many people wrestle with in a turbulent world.

Ozzy Osbourne’s delivery, haunting, plaintive, and raw, did more to convey human vulnerability than menace. His voice wasn’t that of a villain, but of someone looking around at a broken world and asking why it had to be that way.

Of course, the band’s image and sound were deliberately provocative. They wanted to grab attention, to jolt people out of complacency. But the heart of Black Sabbath wasn’t found in evil, it was in the warning, the lament, and the hope that maybe things didn’t have to stay this way. For all the thunder and gloom, their message was surprisingly human. And deeply compassionate.

Attention Moon Landing Deniers!

Healthy scepticism is important, and questioning what we’re told is a vital part of being human. But when it comes to the Moon landings, the evidence is so overwhelming, so beautiful in its scale and collaboration, to deny it is laughable.

Let’s start with this: the Apollo missions weren’t just a few astronauts and a secretive NASA control room. They involved over 400,000 people, scientists, engineers, programmers, builders, planners, many of whom weren’t even working in the same place or under the same leadership. To fake something of that size, and keep it hidden for over half a century, would require a conspiracy larger and more intricate than anything the world has ever seen. And that kind of silence? It just doesn’t happen!

But it’s not just about the people involved. We brought back rocks. Moon rocks. Not pebbles anyone could fake in a lab, but samples that have been studied and confirmed by independent scientists all over the world, including those in countries that weren’t exactly friendly with the USA at the time. These rocks are unlike anything we’ve found on Earth: their composition, age, and exposure to cosmic radiation tell a story that only the Moon could have written.

And then there’s the technology. Space agencies in other countries, Russia, China, India, have tracked and mapped the Moon using their own satellites. They’ve seen the sites. Some of these spacecraft have even captured images of the Apollo landers still sitting there, untouched, in the grey lunar dust. The reflectors the astronauts left behind still bounce laser beams back to Earth. You can test it yourself, if you’ve got access to the right equipment.

I understand the mistrust that fuels conspiracy theories. We live in a world where institutions have sometimes failed us, where secrets get kept and stories get twisted. It makes sense to wonder. But the Moon landings aren’t a lie. They’re one of humanity’s greatest stories, of courage, intelligence, teamwork, and imagination.

To believe we didn’t go sells short what we’re capable of. It turns a collective triumph into a cynical illusion. And maybe most tragically, it robs us of wonder. Because when we look up at the Moon, knowing we’ve stood there, not once, but six times, we get to feel something rare and precious – AWE!

And I don’t want to give that up!