Category Archives: All Notes

Tongues

What are you saying? Becoming a Christian in 1979, in an evangelistic fervour where signs and wonders, healings and miracles were prevalent, accompanied frequently by tongues, either in prayer or in public settings with interpretation, as I did, meant that you inherited a high value of the things of the Spirit. I think we are missing something, especially… Read More »

Union with Christ

What happened to it?! How good is your memory? Some things are too precious to forget, like car keys, renewing our passport, where we left the baby — and yet we do. At Bible college I sat through a couple of lectures on the Union with Christ. They were moving, stirring and provoked a time of worship at… Read More »

Daddy

Don’t read if you are squeamish. Every now and then, I feel a little grouchy. The filters come down, and I mention the elephant in the room — or at least, the one I think I can see. Call it what it is: lack of self-control. But even so, there’s something here that needs to be said. Something… Read More »

The chariots…

It’s time to change your ride? I’m sorry – it’s a long one, but it’s worth it – especially for you. In Gladiator, when Maximus removes his helmet and reveals who he truly is, there’s a pause. A hush. The sort of silence that hangs in the air when truth walks into the room. “Father to a murdered… Read More »

Leave her alone!

Don’t interfere … Mark’s Gospel is punchy – always carrying drama and more binge-worthy than any Netflix series. As you read it, there are signs and wonders, amazement, and more ‘suddenly’s’ than a schoolchild could ever expect to get away with in their story writing. But here, for our purposes, where we pick our encounter up, the mood… Read More »

Straighten up, shoulders back

and raise your heads … “Now when these things begin to take place, straighten up and raise your heads, because your redemption is drawing near.” — Luke 21:28 Last night, I dreamed something unusual — no flying this time, or running with pails of fire, being tugged back by invisible hands. This time I stepped through the canvas… Read More »