'Because Souls Are Like Gardens' is a collection of fictional and non-fictional musings—anywhere from life's quirky moments and general happenings, to thoughts and experiences around Jesus, the Kingdom, and truth. Much like a garden, what is planted here today, will be different to what is planted here tomorrow. Happy Pickin's!
I suppose it would be easy For this universe and the next To collapse in on themselves— Whether through fatigue or choice— In response to the chaotic airwaves currently Having their say, Their way, Their complete disregard for Who Jesus is, Where He stands, And what He wants...
I woke to the sound of my flatmate leaving for work. I heard what I thought were his footsteps walking down the hallway, his keys jangling at the front door as he unlocked it, the chain falling as he unlatched it, and then the squeal of the front door as it opened...
My own unfulfilled expectations Led me to desert places, Where I thirsted For finality, and success. Those occasional oases Gaslit my senses— Like mirages moving gracelessly...
If you’re a believer and you’re fighting battles through particular religious filters and with your own intellect, then Jesus says, “you will have what your faith expects!” (Matt 9:29). In this case, heated discourse and circular debates will likely be one outcome of many...
A Referee takes a piece of chalk and draws a line across the pavement. She writes "right" on the east side of the line, and "left" on the west side, before beckoning two people from the gathering crowd to come and stand on opposing sides of the line...
I wag my finger in your face with clenched fist and acid gut, grinding my teeth around bitter tongue. I decide that I cannot control me, so I will...
They will know us by our love,” not by our intellect, our ability to put forth a good argument, or our desire to seek vengeance or strike back.
When I was about three years of age, my mum had just finished doing a kids bible study with me and she left the room. I was sitting on the edge of my bed when I looked up and saw Jesus nailed to the cross. I wasn’t scared or traumatised—even though...
Possibly the most powerful words of our time are, “who, what, why, where, when and how?” These words belong to questions. There are now many global narratives that are missing the fundamental questions that these words belong to
Roughly two weeks ago, I entered into a vision. The vision began in the daytime, but as I stood and watched, the day quickly turned to dusk. Then suddenly, as if a global light switch was flicked off, everything turned to complete darkness. It was...
