There is a chorus we sing at church that goes like this: "Who has the final say? Jehovah has the final say" Those words have come to mean more to me over these past few days as the accuser of the brethren geared up his armour to war against my peace of mind and my [...]
If I was there, Jesus, in your days What would be my name? Where would I have stood? Would I be Mary who gave you birth? Or Herod, who sort your death? Would I have travelled like the wise men? Or held the sword across a child's head? If I was there, Jesus, in your [...]
Please, come with me . . .
The Trajectory of the Spiritual Life
Because the Son set me free . . .
Let your light shine . . .
. . . if you can afford it.
Dear God . . .
. . . keeping a grudge is like allowing someone live rent-free in my head