Iman Spearman

| Jesus follower | wife & mother | L&D in PR & comms

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

As John Wesley once said, ‘Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as ever you can.’

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

After reflecting on 2023, I can now say that 2024 is the year I finally accepted that I had become a book collector rather than a reader.

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

Man I can’t believe this will be my first tweet of the year but I have to get it off my chest: the fireworks this year are a hot mess.

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

The intense sadness when you hear and feel that crunch underfoot 🥺 🐌

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

An increasingly common occurrence: filing things away so well I can find them 😪

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

A personal appeal from me this morning. Please help us fund a memorial for the beautiful Amos who's gone to be in glory. Any amount you can give would be an absolute blessing! With love, Iman 🌻https://t.co/Q17S3Lt13l

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

I need one of these for those huge flies that move in during summers here 😭

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[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

I’d been wondering the differences between forecasting and predictive analysis as I delved into the world of futurism. Absolutely fascinating and a very easy listen.

[PRCA @PRCA_HQ]

👏We are pleased to introduce @CurzonPR's @FarzanaBaduel as the PRCA FUSE Podcast new co-host!

👀Find out more: https://t.co/FRNYbkyImh

🎙️New episode: https://t.co/hB1efj6vEm

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

Everything is too loud - streets, cafes, trains, restaurants, parties, bars…oh and children. Children are the loudest.

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

A wonderful summary of a beautiful message shared by Dr Amy Orr-Ewing at the National Parliamentary Breakfast this morning. Blessed to have been able to listen online.

[Ｐｅｔｅｒ Ｌｙｎａｓ @peterlynas]

Amy Orr-Ewing #NPPB2023 - the power of forgiveness - “I believe the power to forgive and receive forgiveness may just be the greatest power the Christian story can offer our age.” #MinuteMessage

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

@peterlynas It was a powerful and beautiful message.

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Is Avery Wilson even human?! Like how can anyone sang like that?! Yes, sang, because it’s past singing 😭

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

@amandacomms The welcome has been VERY warm.

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

Since my arrival in Manchester my hayfever has been noticeably milder. I may actually need to abandon the London area 😭

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

I may have spoken too soon…

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

And so it begins #PRCADare

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

14 years on Twitter today and I still don’t know why the heck I’m doing here.

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

Consider this post your reminder that Twitter isn’t real life and you’ve probably been scrolling through the mind palace of strangers for a little too long. Ok bye.

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

These were a joy to watch!

[Zoë Crowther @zoenora6]

For anyone who doesn’t have TikTok: there’s a trend at the moment where people are romanticising their lives by editing them like Wes Anderson and it’s honestly so creative and wholesome

🧵👇 Here are a few of my favourite ones

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

I never knew what it meant to covet until I watched John Mayer live. I fully wished to cut off his hand and stitch them to my wrists so I could caress a guitar like that. And I wasn’t even thinking figuratively. Now I get the don’t covet your neighbour’s wife commandment. Dark.

[Iman Spearman @imanspearman]

“Require nothing from me yet demand everything from me”. This. Absolutely this 👏🏽 Happy Easter 🎉

[Aaron Edwards @aaron_p_edwards]

I still remember the first day I ever heard the words to "When I Survey the Wondrous Cross". At the time, I was like any teenage boy in my class, laughing and scoffing at any attempt by a proper grown-up to tell me something apparently profound about my (or anyone’s) life. We revelled in sniggering at the earnestness of those who claimed there could be something truly worth living for, let alone those who claimed there could be something worth dying for.

This one day, one of our teachers was giving one of those little speeches to our class, the kind of profound-sounding speech that would always induce yawns or sniggers. This teacher was talking through the words of that famous old hymn, saying how the truth of it seemed to grip him and move him in a unique way, how he could never quite get over it however many times he heard it. He got to the words, "See from his head, his hands, his feet / Sorrow and love flow mingled down / Did e'er such love and sorrow meet / Nor thorns compose so rich a crown?" I found myself strangely compelled, without feeling able to show it. I couldn't say I fully understood what those words meant yet somehow I felt I knew something important about them. They spoke of something I'd never heard before as though it was something I had always been yearning to hear, as though it was almost too powerful not to be true.

The teacher went on, barely managing to get the last few words out because he was properly choking up: "Love so amazing, so divine / Demands my soul, my life, my all." There were full tears in his eyes as he said those final lines. It didn't seem to matter to him that he was standing before one of history's most unimpressible audiences. And yet this time, there was no mockery, just silence. Not a scoff in sight. I think it was more than just me who felt something true about those words, who felt that, after all, there just might even be something so worth living for that it could be worth dying for.

The One for whom those words were written faced an even more unimpressible audience than existentially repressed teenage boys. He faced the jeers and scoffs of a crowd baying for his blood. This crowd knew nothing about just how precious that man's blood was, how much it cost to shed it, and how much it would mean for the rest of human history and all eternity. That man could have chosen to come down from where he hung, could have shut up every scoffer in an instant. But he chose to stay up there, to suffer unjustly for the very people who put him there. He did so in order to bring about a more profound justice than any human will or political system could ever imagine. The moment when that man said "It is finished" was the single greatest accomplishment by any person who has ever lived.

After that teacher's speech, after the unexpected silence, I could have done something about it. I didn't. It seemed too unthinkable to do something about it. Too big. Too frightening. Soon enough I would be back in the school corridors again, back in the “real world” where profound thoughts about the meaning of life need not apply, where epic, cosmic sacrifice is not required. It would be several years before I finally gave in to the One who hung on that wondrous cross, the One whose amazing love could simultaneously require nothing from me and yet demand everything of me. This was not the first time that I'd turn my face away from Him and pretend it would all be fine.

How about you? How many times have you heard about the Cross and been bored by it? How many times have you scoffed at it? However many times it's been, there's still time, for now. There's still time to follow the One who hung on it, and who calls you to take up your own for His sake. But there will not always be time. The prince of glory died on that cross, but he will return one day as the king of glory, and He will not permit scoffers to scoff forever.