Hunny! 40 Days in the 100 Aker Wood – Day 40
To be able to provide a home for another is a precious gift, to know that our Beloved provides a home for us makes all our challenges, whether they involve squatting bishops or not, melt away.
To be able to provide a home for another is a precious gift, to know that our Beloved provides a home for us makes all our challenges, whether they involve squatting bishops or not, melt away.
Our Beloved looks upon us in the midst of all the mess of our sins and, not ‘blinching’ at all, demonstrates his love by stretching out His arms to embrace the whole world on the tree of Calvary.
This was not the only time since I have been in Holy Orders I have been threatened with a fire arm but it is the one when I prayed the deepest and hardest…
This is a great challenge for we who walk the way of faith. The more we walk, the more miracles happen, the more we are tempted to think we are miracle workers. The Baptist knew this was a dangerous path and always aimed to be small instead of the next big thing.
Often, when presented with the challenges brought to us by the anawim, the little poor ones, of God we hesitate to help. We can be tempted to question their motives in the middle of their distress. How many times have the words, ‘But do they really need it’ been spoken about those who queue for food and other help outside churches?
Fierce weather has a way of shaking the fidgets out of my system. Not just the cobwebs of life but the things that I’ve been clinging on to for no good reason other than they are mine and nobody else’s; and such things always weigh me down instead of setting me free.
However, we can’t always blame the world around us for the noise within us. Sometimes we just don’t want to listen, or more correctly we want our voice to be the only one speaking.
Vengeance is the ultimate form of silliness. It accomplishes nothing because it cannot restore anything.
It is very sad when, in our church fellowships, we allow our inner rabbit to run wild. Instead of turning cheeks we slap each other in the face,
With our petty arguments over whether we were being ‘Bouncy or Coffy’ or even ‘Boffy’ how ever will those around us be able to see we are Christians by the way we love one another?