Toward Home 

I come, dragging leaden feet. Futility fills the silence between us, weighing heavy. More a liability than an asset, dodging the fact that I am indeed who I thought I was not, I defy all imperfection. I am allergic to it. Polishing and preening I prefer to pretend instead; pretend that I am not wretched... Continue Reading →

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“Follow Me”

What does it really mean to follow Jesus? In the environment that I grew up in, this question was sometimes asked as if there was only one way to follow God, or one method of becoming a disciple. So when my own relationship with Jesus started to unfold as a teenager, I would often treat him like an item on... Continue Reading →

Unqualified Assurance

Unqualified | adj. Not competent or sufficiently knowledgeable to do something Assurance | n. Certainty about something I've been thinking a lot about this phrase from Hebrews 10 lately, and how - at first recognition - it doesn't' really seem to make sense. It's a bit of an oxymoron. Being unqualified or lacking qualification (in... Continue Reading →

Peace +

Eternal longings burn inside my earthen body like molten lava, flickering with hope and pain, sorrow and joy; the aches of promises not yet seen. My heart's roughshod, Like a cracked volcano threatening to explode. In this porcelain state I whisper your name-- My safe-harbour God, all-sufficient One. You haven't failed me yet, and never... Continue Reading →

First Breath

   The pain began like exploding fireworks: Fierce, and relentless. There was no doubt you'd made up your mind and our world stood still, breathless. What if this was too soon?! One month before we expected, one whole month! Would the struggle of birth be too much for your tiny heart to bear? Questions swelled and surged like storm-tossed tides but you were... Continue Reading →

The Gate Of Heaven

The air is silent as night dissipates. Walking worn corridors in dawn stillness, anticipating what is about to take place, My heart quickens at the thought: Two worlds set on course for collision are about to explode in display.   This place... If only walls could speak. For these ones have seen all manner of... Continue Reading →

“Who wants it?”

June. That was the name of the little old lady in our church by the sea, with its hopeful and humble congregation of thirty or forty believers. We met weekly in a small, modest bowling green at Waihi Beach in New Zealand. According to our bulletin sheets, we were supposed to begin our one Sunday... Continue Reading →

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