A few years ago I was walking across the North Quad of the Christchurch Arts Centre as a mother was hurrying her toddler pulling him by the hand as he resisted and gazed into the sky.
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