Living It

Do you ever get that feeling where you look at life and say What? Then there are other days where you just know you just smile and know this is alright. Life can be in utter chaos with people having a real go at you but you still know that you are in the palm of God's hand. You can yearn after things of course and you could wish for more stability but sometimes there is gold in instability. Facebook reminders can be weird. The other day I scrolled through memories of that day and saw the statement Passion and Purpose. To someone re reading that memory that statement could mean anything.  I however know that statement referred to a time when a local pastor invited me to speak at an event. I never got many of these opportunities, not even in my own church, so I made sure I said yes. I spoke about knowing your call and about finding that part of your inner being that when you connect with God you passion envelopes you.  Its those visions and dreams tha...

People are different. 10 people could listen to a sermon or a public speaker and you could easily have 10 if not more opinions by the end of it. A facebook friend could quote the Bible at me on their thoughts on evangelism and I could quote something back that backs my style of evangelism. Yesterday we took the kids to Glasgow and a street preacher was giving it his best. I don't really like street preaching. The kids were somewhat bemused by this man shouting at people with his Bible in hand.  Standing on step ladders with a sign round them he preached it big time. After about 10 or 15 minutes he came to a close, changed his tone from yelling and spoke normally and proceeded to invite people to church where he assured them of a warm welcome. As a Christian, I was rather surprised. Why would anyone want to attend after a rant like that? I sometimes have "debates" with fellow Christians about their attitude that seems rather aggressive preaching to me and the...

Sometimes I wake up and I know I need to write. It's a strange thing, as I know I am not one that has a huge following - so who would listen. I know that if I am lucky I handful of people may read this. So what is the point? Why should I waste my time doing this? In my Spirit I know I need to write and get this out. I first started to write in the form of poetry. I did not mean it to be poetry, it just came out that way. I know have a bookshelf full of anthologies, each one has my poems in them ... and still few people know that. Poetry in my teens was a way of release. In a way that is what writing does for me. This morning when I woke up and knew I needed to write, I lay in bed for a bit trying to formulate my thoughts as to what I should write, how I should start and what approach I should take. A few thoughts came and if I am honest, my thoughts were like disconnected junk caught up in a tornado. I began to get frustrated with myself, thinking who do you think you...