After all our work we end up like the newborn baby in the pilot’s seat of the jet plane. The passengers are ready for the journey but there is no way this thing is going to move until the real pilot is found.
Take a moment to imagine Jesus pointing you out in the crowd, calling you by name, and inviting you to follow.
The cross is not just a difficulty or an obstacle, but when carried through suffering to death, IS the pathway to life.
only by recognising one is loved do we at last enter into a truly mature, familial and free relationship with God.
It’s Fathers’ Day today in New Zealand and Australia
In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which you created. You were with me, but I was not with you