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Continue reading →: All the Words
When you are faced with an opportunity, a second chance, a moment to take a risk what track are your listening to? What message gets to you before you put up your hand, turn the door handle, take the leap? If we stepped back from those messages for a bit…
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Continue reading →: Why I Share My Faith With My Children
Every now and again I see a comment that implies sharing faith with children from a young age is brainwashing them and that parents should just lay off and let them find their own path when they are adults. In some ways I kind of understand where they are coming…
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Continue reading →: Today!!!
It is for freedom that you have been set free stand firm therefore and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yolk of slavery and we are invited into the kind of freedom that the grave cannot overcome we are given freedom spacious life giving love-filled freedom ours…
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Continue reading →: the gift of the creative
This morning I have played your songs loud songs written from your heart to The One a gift of your talents your song, not for me, has made a way, for me…. you have opened up the way and I am reminded of the words that say the gift opens…
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Continue reading →: Isaiah 53 v 5
He was wounded and crushed because of our sins; by taking our punishment, he made us completely well. these are the words I am singing loud in my heart today “I come broken to be mended I come wounded to be healed I come desperate to be rescued I come…
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Continue reading →: when faith feels like oil in my hands
there are days when holding onto all I know to be truth feels like being given a litre of oil and only my hands to hold it with the days when arguments storm around the internet with Christians pointing fingers at other Christians, and fingers racing across faith divides faster…
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Continue reading →: smuggled out
throughout history there have been people persecuted, hunted, haunted, mistreated and there have been beautiful ones who have bravely thrown their own safe lives to the wind and smuggled, hidden, guided, served, met people and got them to safe pastures things done in covert under the eyes of the oppressor…
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Continue reading →: the scent of Jesus
I look across in church and see a man his shirt and trousers suggest he’s not in regular contact with a washing machine the bulging bag beside him may be filled with most of his worldly possessions his beard is more bush-chic than hipster trendy his skin is worn and…
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Nau mai, haere mai (welcome) from Aotearoa/ New Zealand. I’m an educator, theologian, poet, textile artist, extrovert and lover of the Church. This is a space primarily for Christian poetry and blessing but also reflection. Want to use my work or know more? Please check in via a comment or email.
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