Then, before sundown that evening, something remarkable happened. We heard the Muslim family of faith in our city, wives and husbands, parents and children of those who had died, speaking of love
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