Have you ever been outside on a dark starry night and wondered. Have the stars always been there? How did it all come about anyway?
Tents became the cathedral, oil-drums and planks, the church pews. We bought a marquee twelve foot by twelve foot enabling us to conduct meetings in the scrub
My mother, waiting back at the house, cried with relief. His father scooped him up the second the staff released him and laid him in my arms. The love we both felt for this tiny mite was overwhelming.
We may not even be aware we are depressed. The person living with mental illness often believes there is nothing wrong
I heard a man preach when I was twenty-nine years old who asked, “If you had five minutes to live, what would you tell the person with you about Christianity?” I thought I could do that. I tried it out on the tractor, but after thirty minutes, it seemed like God said, “you don’t know what you are talking about, do you? You are saying nothing.” And I knew he was right and for the first time I said, “God show me.”
When the heart is distressed, grief struck, hurt at the hands of another, unjustly dealt with we are unforgiving.
There is no cure for rose coloured glasses except experience. When the true character of the love of our life is manifest the rose colour fades and we feel betrayed, heartbroken for a time.