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Who do you sing to?

June 29, 2015, Published by

At the start of our service yesterday I glanced around about me, as I’m prone to do, and took stock of what was happening in church. I wondered about a few faces I couldn’t see, and whether they’re okay. I wondered about the different things that the team were doing and whether everything was running smoothly. As I turned back towards the front and analysed whether the lighting behind the team was symmetrical or not (it was, our team are awesome), I really felt God challenge me on one thing: who did you come to sing to this evening? I had been distracted by good thoughts, in...
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A Powerful Declaration

May 29, 2015, Published by

Some moments are created awkward, some are created special, some romantic, some painful, and some? Some are as near to perfect as can occur in a fallen world. Last Saturday afternoon fell firmly into the latter group. It was almost five o’clock and the sun hung low in the sky and cast a wonderful golden glow over the whole scene. We were on Isamilo Hill, Mwanza, Tanzania, on a little dirt road that runs up the hillside. Next to the road is enough of a dusty area to play football, and surrounding that a grassy knoll. Along the roadside are...
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The Missing Suitcase

November 25, 2013, Published by

About ten hours after writing this article I’ll be boarding a flight to Spain. I have spent no little time playing the world’s most intricate game of tetris in order to try and squeeze everything I need for five days into a suitcase that I can carry onboard; there’s a reason for this tussle with the laws of physics, and that is the fact that the airline I’m flying with has had occasional bad press for being sloppy with bags. I do not want to risk a missing suitcase. It was a different story a week or so ago though....
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Glory Due

May 9, 2013, Published by

When Bon Jovi first bellowed the words Livin’ on a prayer into a microphone he probably wasn’t describing my life. I was three at the time and prayer was that thing dad made us do before dinner where we all held hands and got a wee bit pentecostal on up in here. About two years ago, however, the words Livin’ on a prayer could have described my life to a tee. I had been in a progressively worsening situation in life for some years and had reached tipping point. I learned a lot. I prayed a lot. I knew what had to be done,...
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