Eyes Front!

Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, stripping off every unnecessary weight and the sin which so easily and cleverly entangles us, let us run with endurance and active persistence the race that is set before us, focusing our eyes on Jesus, who is the Author and Perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross disregarding the shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Just consider and meditate on Him who endured from sinners such bitter hostility against Himself, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart. Hebrews 12:1-3 (AMP) Living in the time we do, there is a great influx of information. This is such an amazing opp

A Prayer With Power

It’s been said that prayer is just talking to God. Well, I’m single, and I live with a super-sized border collie. So if you walk into my house, you’d be forgiven for thinking that I have a disorder, because I talk to Him out loud pretty much all the time. Not the dog, I mean, God; although the dog does get his fair share. How do you pray? Years ago I did list prayers. Dear Jesus, here are all the things I need to remember to talk to you about today…Amen. Then came the ACTS prayer. Adoration, Confession, Thanksgiving, Supplication. With all kinds of variations in between. In some ways I think He doesn’t care how we talk to Him, as long as we do. In any relationship there’s a starting point. I

Where The Rubber Hits The Road

Once Upon A Time, I used to work with a bunch of people, and one of the things that we would remind each other was something like this: ‘the interruptions while you’re trying to work are the real work you’re supposed to do’. As long as you’re not creating those interruptions yourself that is…! It seems I have been interrupted this week. To learn another lesson, or re-learn it, or be reminded of it, one of those options. I know I have talked about Seasons before here (A Winter Season), and to some extent here (Prophetic 2x4s) and it seems it’s time to talk about them again. Not just because we’re firmly in the grip of Spring, as changeable and fickle as it seems to be here on the Isle at the

A World Full of Warriors

My Pop was a Chaplain in the Australian Army in the Second World War. When I was a school chaplain, he gave me his army chaplaincy notes. They are a pretty amazing resource. He stood with men going to and coming back from war. His notes reflect the sensitivity of the topics he needed to address in the context of turmoil. Later, he and my Gran were also missionaries in the wilds of Papua New Guinea as a young family. My other Grandparents were active members of the resistance in Holland. They lived in a time when they weren’t trained for the task in front of them. In occupied Holland, they smuggled children, ran guns, interfered with railways, heard the soul rending ‘Chorus of the Hebrew Slav

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