Sometimes I talk too much. Sometimes I write too little. This post is a bit of both.
Check out this story I tell on video from central Thailand of Nut’s first request of Jesus. Continue reading
Sometimes I talk too much. Sometimes I write too little. This post is a bit of both.
Check out this story I tell on video from central Thailand of Nut’s first request of Jesus. Continue reading
Last year I discovered afresh the power of prayer. I set aside my lunch hour on Fridays to pray and fast.
Everyone knows salmon swim upstream. Attracted by the sound of rushing white water, they point themselves against the current leaping any obstacle in their way.
Every now and then we need to go to our bookshelf, dust off an old classic and give it a reread. I recently gave that honour to Charles Finney’s Lectures on Revival. This book made me think and pray as I roll on my bicycle over pavement enjoying health, wind, and the occasional bug in the teeth.
Some time ago, I sat with a friend of mine in his new car. It still had that new car smell. I think it was a BMW, I could be wrong. I remember the rain running down the windows in cold wet contrast to the warm super comfortable leather interior. I could feel the envy seeping into my soul.