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I Now Realize
When I was younger I used to be way more confident about how aligned my actions and thoughts were when it came to God, Jesus, me, and the world. It seems that it is frighteningly easy to adopt such a mindset (I know God’s will and agenda) in our fractured 21st century. Our thoughts and…
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Another Hot Potato
“I don’t want to.” “I really don’t feel like it.” “Well I totally disagree!” “It’s against my convictions.” “I hate to rock the boat.” “What will my parents and friends think if…?”, “Too much to lose.” So where’s the line? We have God and his perfect will on one side, the ‘right’ application of his…
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In Plain Sight
In 2007 Joshua Bell, the world renowned violinist, played his multimillion dollar Stradivarius in a New York train station. He played for one hour; seven people stopped to listen and he made $32 in tips. Normally he performs in Concert Halls around the world with tickets averaging $100 per person. People passing by were busy,…
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And Now?
“Joseph, what do we do now?” ” Dunno to be honest, Mary. Carry on as normal?” The teenage parents lay side by side on stable straw beside the crude feeding trough where their newborn slept. It was a few days since the shepherds had visited. Silence filled the night as Bethlehem slowly emptied of pilgrims…
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Finding Christmas 2
This talk by Charlie illustrates the previous blog way better than I could….. so cool. Well worth twenty minutes over the Christmas season…..
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Finding Christmas
I was born and raised in Cape Town, South Africa. My father was a chartered accountant and my mother the daughter of a successful businessman. We lived in an upper middle class suburb in a Victorian modelled house built in the early 1900s. Very popular and common throughout the British colonies in Africa and Australia/New…
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One Night
Recycled boards fashioned into a crude feeding trough for the animals. Requisitioned, a manger. Stuffed with hay harvested the previous summer. A cow belches methane gas, shit on the floor, a pungent odor in the air. One donkey, perhaps clucking chickens. The shelter a crude structure with chinks in the boards. Uninvited cold air squeezes…
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“Won’t be Long Now.”
It was an ordinary Monday when I drove over the mountain pass into the Port Alberni Valley for a doctor’s appointment. “Do I have a meniscus tear and can you fix my arthritic knee so I can keep playing squash into my dotage?” I was pondering the question as I passed signs at the summit…
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