I see Jesus stepping onto platforms made from wood and nails, cement and bricks, electronics and social media, hearts and minds—platforms that have been made for religion, culture and the entertainment of man. Platforms that have made God subservient to their own agendas, ideas, and desires...
Tag: Christianity
To Panic-Buy, Or To Rest?
Wowsers. The panic buying in Brisbane yesterday was other-level—oh mylanta! Hahaha! Meat - gone! Milk - gone! Bread - gone! Toilet paper making yet another exit…
An Open Letter
If I am to be honest, sometimes seasons like this can be burdensome and tiring (depending on which lens I choose to look through), but just now in worship I began seeing some things that I now feel led to share with you. They are eternal things I value and treasure...
I Give You Authority
For this past week I have been seeing a black scorpion appear from underground and wreak havoc in people’s lives—more specifically...
Find True Life
I see small sailboats gliding over water. The water is pristine. Calm. Clear and enticing. The sailboats are all headed in the same direction with the breath of Holy Spirit...
A Prayer
Jesus, You are our word made flesh. You are our king of kings and our lord of lords. You are our great high priest, our bright and morning star. You drive back darkness...
Dirt-Surfing and Molehills
I picked these flowers for myself because I like them and because I am worth them. Why? Well, aside from everything else...
My Own Need to Be Right
We see and hear what we want to see and hear, except on those occasions that we see and hear automatically based upon the belief systems and cultures we have grown up in, or have naturally clung to. And while this might be the case, underpinning every single person currently seeing and hearing, are basic … Continue reading My Own Need to Be Right
Religion’s Weight
So many people saying prayers, creeds, “praise Hims” and “Hallelujahs” without any (or at least maybe a strained) actual heart connection with the Person they’re proclaiming those things about. Their relationship with God either doesn’t exist, or it exists, but it’s stuck, because...
The Meeting Place
Who would have thought a small town of 1,400 people could call the heart so?