A few people recently have asked me
why Bradford? Every time I’ve started with the story of how I wanted to go to Bournemouth and study computer animation, how I didn’t get in, how I took a year out to apply again, how I nearly went to Cumbria College of Art, how I was attracted by the more diverse course here and how Simon persuaded me that Bradford was a good place to be. A string of coincidence and bad judgement.
Of course, in reality, that had nothing to do with it. God bought me here because he had plans for me, and I realise that now. It sounds so much more exciting that way. Perhaps I should think about the way I tell my story.
For the present, I’m staying right here in Ephesus. A huge door of opportunity for good work has opened up here. (There is also mushrooming opposition.)