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.
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death... It feels as though it shouldn't happen on sunny days and yet it inevitably does. People seem to make a point of passing away under … Continue reading Holy Sonnet X
Sometimes I wonder what happened to the others, to Jo-jo and the boy who hardly spoke and whose face I cannot remember, and Heather who would rather have been playing dodgeball that first evening. A war was going on in a little side room in Glenshee those spring afternoons. Strangely enough, the only things I … Continue reading Twelve Years a Slave
It's sort of snowing outside but it's warm in here. The table is slightly wobbly. They all are, it's one of the quirks of the place and the reason we usually sit on the sofas in the corner. Savinni's is my favourite. It has been since I first came to Dingwall all that time ago. … Continue reading Partly Accident, Wholly Grace (testimony part 2)
"So what made you decide to study theology?" Sometimes it's best just to shrug and say that you find it interesting.When people ask polite questions, they don't really expect (or want) you to say 'make yourself comfortable, I'll need to put the kettle on for this one. . .' Sometimes, too, when discussion becomes a … Continue reading When the Wolves Came Out of the West
It began in eternity. But we will pick up the story much later than that, in the middle of the Gulf War, early in the 1990s. A young Christian nurse in Nottingham reluctantly gave in to her friend and wrote a letter to a soldier to encourage him while he was far from home. She … Continue reading Grace for a Good Girl (testimony part 1)