Confessions of a cyclist
There’s something you should know about me.
I’m a cycling commuter. In London. And most of the time, I’m relentlessly smug about it.
Come rain or shine (I make an exception for snow, because I don’t have a death wish), I don my helmet and lycra, drape myself in as many fluorescent items as I can lay my hands on, and pedal off to work.
On these journeys, I’ve recently been reflecting on cycling and the nature of sin.
Let me explain.
This article is one in a series (Connecting with Culture) (Issues and Trends) from the London Institute of Contemporary Christianity