This year has been one of pandemic, murder hornets, rioting, and (most recently) thundersnow. The truth is that for many people it has felt like a big yellow YOU ARE (stuck) HERE sticker without any map underneath to tell us where Here is. For some people, it means they've lost their bearings, for others, they're losing their minds. I just waned to remind you that You Are Here:
We, as believers, are on the winning side. We're still scrapping with the world, the flesh, and the devil, but we know that the victory is ours and that keeps us going.
Or does it?
I've always loved other people's stories but over the last year or so, my curiosity has shifted. While still keenly interested in their stories, I find myself wondering more and more about the stories we don't tell.
Oh hello again. Happy New Year.
My testimony has appeared here before but I was telling it the other day when I realised that there are elements of it that I often forget to share. So now let me tell you about the man who led me to Christ and what he told me.
An unusually chatty post featuring a potentially endangered brood of moorhens, the Irish Referendum results, the Duck Principle, and some odds and sods about writing and platform building. Not one you want to miss.
Once upon a time, I thought that maybe the doctors and nurses at these clinics didn't know, that perhaps they had simply never realised. I was naive back then. There is no way that they do not know and that is the great evil of what they choose to do.
There are two D words that we do not use today, death and dementia. The first contains one of life's greatest truths, the second its greatest fear.
Racism is very real and very wrong but the church is getting sidetracked. But being woke changes nothing, it is the gospel that changes hearts and mind.
A new year is breaking. We do not know what it will bring except that it will bring us another cycle nearer to coming face to face with the one our soul loves and what will he say of you? Who are you? And who should you be?