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Peter McGuigan

Press Services International

Peter McGuigan describes himself as a ‘communicator and collaborator for a better world’. He is the writer of a substantive body of opinion and feature articles, and is the author of books on leadership, church polity and spirituality. He delivered award-winning journalism across several editorships and has led teams large and small in both communications and front-line mission work as a Salvation Army officer, including internationally. He has also served as the President of the Australasian Religious Press Association and Chair of The Salvation Army’s Moral and Social Issues Council. He holds a Master of Arts (Writing).

  • A tough call

    Walking in the streets and alleyways of Sydney’s Circular Quay andRocks precinct is like finding your way through a maze.

  • There’s a hole in the world

    Some days you remember exactly where you were on the same day years before. It’s usually a day when something significant occurred in your life or in the world; an incident embedded in your memory that hasn’t lost its impact.

  • A coming of age

    At the bottom of India, in the shallows off the seaside village of Kanyakumari, a nondescript flag marks the place where three of Earth’s largest bodies of water meet and blend their habitats – the Indian Ocean, the Arabian Sea and the Bay of Bengal.

  • Peace is the road

    If there’s one thing the world lacks right now it is peace. The pandemic has thrown us into chaos.

  • Everything and nothing

    When I was three years old, my parents were in charge of The Salvation Army at Holland Park, a southern suburb of Brisbane, Queensland. My only memory from Holland Park is that although our home was small, we had a large front yard.

  • An old priority made new

    The year was 1975 and a grey August afternoon heralded my departure from the Australian state of Queensland, never to see or speak to many of my friends again.

  • The cliff’s edge

    Yesterday, an urge to shoot the world’s best photo got the better of him and the image-producer drove to the foothills of a mountain range about 100 kilometres from home.

  • A Rucker’s Hill prayer

    Driving towards the city along High Street in Melbourne’s inner north can be dangerous once you’ve reached Northcote. There the road narrows and veers slightly right as you begin your ascent of Rucker’s Hill. If you get caught behind a tram at this point in your journey, your next opportunity to pass will not appear until the other side of the hill.

  • The autumn of our lives

    The trees in our street declare it's autumn in the natural world, their green leaves metamorphosing to shades of brown and yellow and orange, separating from branches, falling, crumbling, becoming a stunning multi-coloured mosaic on the earth below.

  • The Crisis is a catalyst

    On a clear morning, our home in Melbourne’s middle north looks out on the sun rising over the Kinglake Ranges with red, ...