This one's just me, no guest, working through where my faith actually is right now. I've just finished university, I'm unemployed, a couple thousand pounds into my overdraft, and I quit my weekend job cleaning toilets, and somehow I've never felt richer. That's where I start: why real wealth has nothing to do with what's in your bank account, and how the Sermon on the Mount pulled years of anxiety off me.

I get honest about the stuff I'm still bad at. How I won £500 at a Dragons' Den-style pitch and felt nothing but bitter I didn't win more. How I once said no to lending someone a couple of peppers because I wanted them for my own dinner, and only realised hours later how selfish that was. How I spent years chasing followers, awards and recognition, convinced money would make me free, while feeling miserable every single day. Then a  ...