Why do we find it so easy to ask about the small things? wondering. watching kids grow and seek everyday thousands of questions fall from their minds why this, why that. some never answered but all voiced. Why do we stop saying and start bottling? stacking them. deep within in files labelled not now. dangerous.…
On my last Sabbath in Mauritius before moving to Australia on my own, Pastor Hensley Moorooven preached a beautiful and meaningful sermon that has stuck with me since I heard it that day in 2006. He talked about the Israelites in the desert and all that God had done for them in rescuing them from…
Mount Arbel is the largest and most distinctive mountain in the region of Galilee in northern Israel. Where most of the hills surrounding the lake have a gentler feel. Mount Arbel is an abrupt rocky outcrop, rising about 400 metres (1300 feet) above the level of the lake, with commanding views across the region of…
I picked up a bunch of flowers at the florist and jumped in the car. Lockdown had meant that I couldn’t visit them until now. They had lost their son a few weeks before in a tragic truck accident and I knew from messages we had exchanged that they were totally devastated. I nervously knocked…
Tossing and turning in bed my eyes were wide open and sleep was literally a dream I couldn’t achieve. I tried so hard to silence the thoughts in my head but they kept shouting louder and louder. I wasn’t nervous about an upcoming test or worried about getting in trouble at school. What was keeping…
‘Do not worry about tomorrow.‘ Although the words have clanged in my ears a thousand times To where they’ve become an empty cliché Rolling around inside my mind And the last twenty-one years of my life Has carved them indelibly on my brain. Somehow they got lost, took the wrong vein On the way to…
Why must life be so complicated? Why must it be so overdone? We’re addicted to the drama And lose sight of the fun It hurts to be in two minds To have no sense of clarity The struggle becomes unbearable And seems to only end in tragedy We imagine all the possibilities The many ways…
I was around 12 years old when I decided Christianity wasn’t for me. The reasons were numerous: I had seen the church criticise people I loved, winning Bible quizzes had gotten to my head rather than my heart and I couldn’t see enough evidence for Jesus in my life. The reasons weren’t new, and they…