For me, 2016 started with death, it has been punctuated by death, and my most prominent memory of the close of the year, will also be of death. Continue reading “Our inheritance”
Once in while, you come across something which just grabs you. A work of art, piece of music or a picture. Maybe it’s the progression of chords in a song, the way melodies interact with each other. The work of art could be an old oil painting from an artist long gone which captures an expression or scene, or it could be a spontaneous picture you stumble across on the internet. For whatever reason, we are captivated and something in our soul is awakened and time stands still.
Yeah, so .. this gem cropped up on Facebook and I thought I’d share what it brought to mind. The image is of a humorous exchange between, I am guessing, a fictional Sheikh and his son who is studying abroad.
Be like you.
Okay, that’s the daft hook of the way. Now read on to see why being you is better than being Todd. Continue reading “Don’t be like Todd White.”
Yeah, it’s been a wierd start to the year. Lemmy, Bowie and Rickman have all packed their bags and shuffled off their mortal coils. May they rest in peace, and may God surround their family and friends with His peace, grace and comfort as they grieve. But with the deaths of these prominent figures, it’s started me thinking … Continue reading “Everyone keeps dying …”
Just as water can bubble out of the ground to form a spring at the lowest point in the forest, it seems that God can bubble out of us at even the low points in our lives. Continue reading “Have you ever seen bubbling sand?”
There is something about my kids stuff. I find it really hard to clear it out. When we moved to Finland, sorting out the stuff to go to the charity shop was really, really hard. The small plastic yellow chair with the smiley face in the back? Had to get a friend to take it away for me! Continue reading “I will never leave you or abandon you.”
It’s hard to figure out sometimes what is going on when we enter spiritually dry seasons in our lives. Calling this arid, dusty spiritual time a “Desert Experience” makes it seem somehow noble and worthwhile, almost heroic. For those going through the desert, it can be an intensely lonely time and desperate time. Continue reading “My feeble, whispered, faithless prayer …”
I had a small revelation reading the weekly church bulletin this week. It contained the usual notices you would expect along with the spoilers for the Christmas story. Continue reading “This Christmas thing ..”