Thank you for visiting my web site. I am more of a words person than a pictures person so you will not find anything flashy here.
What you can find here are:
- My Life: about how I became a follower of Jesus Christ and
subsequently worked in Cambodia;
- Church: about my vision for simple, organic, non-institutional church;
- Namesakes: about the only two people I know of who share with me the name Myers Cooper;
- Articles: some reflections and opinions;
- Contact: a form you can use to send me a message.
I am a British male in my 70s living in south-west England.
I am a follower of the Lord Jesus Christ. My relationship with Him defines who I am, determines what I do and informs me on how to interpret what is happening in the world.
I am single but I have an adopted family in Cambodia whom I visit once a year.
I enjoy solitude but value being part of a Christian community.
I find great delight in walking in the countryside and on the coast of this part of England.
1. I believe that ‘track and trace’ is unnecessary because the pandemic is effectively over.
2. I believe that the government’s strategy has been and continues to be devastatingly harmful.
3. The government’s use of location data generated by the contact tracing app may not be entirely benign and altruistic.
I am an unashamed fan of JRR Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings. I have read the book a number of times and I watch Peter Jackson’s film versions every year.
One of the themes that resonates with my own self-image and sense of calling is that of someone who is small and insignificant in the world’s eyes being called upon to accomplish something far beyond his natural capacity and his own perception of what might be possible.
I was recently walking along a country lane without a pavement. In accordance with the Highway Code, I was keeping close to the right-hand side of the road. Although I was thinking about something else, I subconsciously noticed that my right hand was near some stinging nettles and I automatically moved to the left, lest my hand should brush against the leaves and be stung.
Later, I reflected on what had happened. I recognised the threat posed by the stinging nettles, I knew that to touch them would cause me discomfort, so I avoided them. “Why can I not do the same about the threat of sin?” I thought. Why, knowing the danger and the unpleasant results, do I do the equivalent of plunging my hand into a bed of stinging nettles?