We, His Church, are His alone! He has called us to follow Him. Not, like Paul reproached, following each other. Or our denominations. Just Him. His Word. His deeds. His attitudes. His prayer life. His faith. His compassion. His hatred of evil. His joy and humility. He honoured women and not […]
THE CHURCH – CHRIST’S BODY Read More »
The Day of Rest, here again. Strange and unsettling. Everything in me wants to tackle tasks. Driven by unfinished projects. Anxious about things undone. To rest; surely refreshing? The problem lies with why and how. Selah Called, maybe, to self-indulgence? To sleep and sloth? A command to plonk to stare at a screen or window,
THE GIFT OF REST (Exodus 20:9-11) Read More »
“Do you get lonely?” was her genuine question. What could I say? Of course, I sometimes do! The next day, I woke up in tears… I felt lonely. Briefly, I forgot; the issue of loneliness- was dealt with long ago! That idol, once driving me, now safely surrendered at the foot of the cross. Why
How is reality defined? Seeing that each one defines it differently. Is it purely subjective? The opposite of objective. Meaning, your reality can differ from mine. Yet, how do we communicate if what I say means something else to you than what I intended? And what you say I interpret differently? Take Rose. She presents
Mankind, on history’s treadmill, suffering from corporate amnesia. The wisdom of man, a dazzling angel- its light, darkness disguised. Much running to and fro by puffed-up VIP’s in sleek cars with darkened windows, bullet-proof, followed by hordes of bodyguards. All creation of man comes with a due-by-date. If it wasn’t so tragic, it could be
As I lingered a little longer than planned, amidst prayer lists and to-do lists, seeking His presence in obedience to His prompting, He put His healing finger on things in my heart hidden away behind lock and key. “Release them to me”, He seemed to say. “Lay them on my altar. Let them go.” I
(Yet unpublished:) GOD’S BALM OF GILEAD Read More »
I once heard the saying: “Sometimes you have to play in pain.” An answer given as to why play at all, after injury. My thoughts go to certain people and to myself, in the past. Self-protection and –preservation, our main motivation. Closed individuals, of few words. Everything about them – subdued; their smile, their laughter.
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In limbo- our broken hearts, confused minds and parched spirits. Offended, at the notion of God’s goodness. Absent, in our hour of need? Like robots, we continue with our empty practices. Mute, our hearts and minds. Too crushed to ask ‘why’? Dull minds, staring at empty spaces. A salmon dawn arising over an empty altar,
RECONCILING OUR BROKEN HEARTS WITH HIS GOODNESS Read More »
SIRENS IN THE FOG Travelling through the misty swamps, Sirens are beckoning. Many twists and turns, as you slowly paddle your way through. Do you know where you are going? What are you looking for? “Come hither!’ sing the Sirens. Many different calls. Which one will you heed? As you head in their direction, They
