Recently, an article popped up, written by a lady in defense of why she doesn't allow her children to read fiction. Part of her argument was that it isn't true therefore it is a lie and God commands us not to lie, but perhaps it's possible that fiction is often truer than we can bear to be out loud.
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.
His was the natural response of us all, sinful rebellion in its classically arrogant form. It was upsetting to remember a time when we were exactly the same, and to know that we of all people, weary but persistent, might have been the last gesture of mercy extended to this man in his lifetime.
Poetry is not my forte. But my single stroke of genius came in a traffic jam when I was eleven years old, resulting in this epic ballad about When Tiger Woods Hit a Golf Ball and it Got Stuck Up My Nose.
It's cold. And wet. And miserable. So let's talk about something warm and lighthearted for a change. Here's my five favourite teas (with bonus honourable mentions!).
Picking up from where the last post left off, I ramble a little before making the decision whether it's time to abandon writing at last.
January was a long, bizarre, intense kind of month. It always is, I don't know why this still surprises me at round twenty-three. Perhaps it's because, with a year in between, it's easy to forget. First things first, I have been writing this past month, despite low energy and motivation. What matters is that (apart from … Continue reading What on Earth Happened to January?
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?
In which the King returns triumphant and we return to the manger. Don't let those chubby cheeks fool you...
In which we are given one another for a really good reason...