Holding our Breath The other day I was having coffee with a good friend and mentor, and she told me that lately she feels like she is constantly absorbing more: people’s struggles, their asks, and the steady stream of things to do. She’s realised that what...
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There’s a kind of inner split that few Christians talk about openly, but many of us feel at some point in our walk with God. I’ve come to call it the great schism. It’s that deep, often painful disconnect between what we know is true...
A poem about the grace of communion: Come, sit at the table, my friend I have something to tell you I know you're weary and need rest I know all that you've been through. On the table is some special bread And some very special wine It's not the type you can...
The Testimonies We Don’t Always Tell Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails. Proverbs 19:21 NIV We love stories that end in joy. The kind where the waiting is rewarded, the prayer is answered, and the promise is fulfilled. We celebrate...
Some scriptures require a bigger ‘meditation’ response than others. The beatitudes are so countercultural that I have to let them sit in my mind, steeping, in order to receive and believe them. ‘Blessed are the merciful.’ In our urban, digital, cancel-culture, social keyboard warrior society,...
Jesus begins the Sermon on the Mount with a series of blessings, known as the Beatitudes – statements that turn the world’s values upside down. One of these, in particular, has always stood out to me, mostly because I had misunderstood it for so long: "Blessed...
Being the peacemaker isn’t always peaceful. As a former lay-counsellor who has always felt a calling to commiserate and be a safe, judgement-free space for people, it quite often happens that family and friends come to me to talk about their problems. The prospect of...
As we enter Autumn and the leaves begin to fall around us like golden sprinkles from the remnant glory of summer, it’s always an opportunity to reflect on the different seasons and what unique beauty each season holds. Personally, I always tend to be a...
Red shoes and swords My oldest son celebrated his birthday not long ago. I’ve spent a few days feeling nostalgic as I remembered him growing up. He was a busy boy! It seems he was born to get things done and take the lead. He crawled...