If I look back into the memories of childhood, of a 2 roomed, country, village school playground, I can still clearly see the girls playing the ‘skipping rope game’, so popular in the early 1950’s…. their dexterous movements, as they jump in and and out, individually and together… So skillful! What I also remember very …
I’ve lived in a lot of places. I was born in Australia, lived in China, Scotland; now in Wales. I’ve called a lot of places home but growing up I oftened struggled with ‘belonging’; not just in a typical-dorky-lost-teen kinda way but in a more practical sense. I felt like I didn’t have a very …
This morning my heart is burning. I’ve been preparing to brief the media team before our worship livestream later today and I feel overwhelmed with gratitude that we get to pursue the Father’s heart tonight. Tonight we go glory hunting. There’s a balancing act that I’m learning as we build up the team, between excellence …
At the age of 16, and newly saved, God planted me into a Bible based church. Little did I know, He was preparing me for the first of many storms to come in my life. At 18, I became physically sick; doctors could not find what was wrong with me. I withdrew from school due …
I remember sitting with one of my fellow students in North Carolina. I can’t exactly remember where we were sitting, but I was probably drinking Jasmine tea. At our school, “the 18 inch journey”, our leaders had a high value for creative expression. Art classes were mandatory for everyone (pro tip: if you want to …
Jesus wasn’t afraid of being ‘in process’. I once heard a preacher retelling the story of Jesus praying twice for the blind man in Mark 8 and joking: “if Jesus gets to take 2 tries at praying for healing, then I should get at least a dozen!” The good news of the gospel is that we know how the story ends! Jesus always has the final victory. When nothing happened, Jesus prayed again. When His friend Lazurus died, Jesus resurrected him. Yes Jesus went to the cross, but the grave couldn’t hold Him. Onlookers might look at the middle of the story and call it a failure: “Jesus messed up.” But, the truth is that with God a ‘failure’ is a victory in progress.
