I was in the midst of my training session at the gym last evening, when it suddenly dawned on me. I finally see it. I finally know. The realization came over me and I was overwhelmed by the truth. How strong my Lord was. How strong my Lord was, in his fully human form, to …
I cuddled up on the sofa, a mug of hot chocolate in hand and a fleece throw snuggly wrapped around me. It was time for the evening news. St Patrick’s Day and the ensuing celebrations was the headline yesterday. The people were still lingering in the highs of the festivity and merriment. It was then …
When grandma passed away suddenly, grandpa moved away to live with my aunt. I was just six and couldn’t understand why he had to go. I lost my grandpa, my counsellor, my comforter, my confidante, and my friend all at once.
With the Living Word, one can revisit the same passage over the years, to discover a word in season. These words though spoken thousands of years ago, today can draw a parallel to us in a most personal and intimate way. It is the Living Word. Recently I was invited to lead one of my …
The morning the snowstorm abated, walking to the prayer lodge, I saw Fr Michael furiously shovelling away snow at a corner of the garden. It was not in the way of anyone’s path. Here I was, tentatively and cautiously watching my every step to avoid slipping and sliding. And there he was shovelling with such gusto where no one treads.
“Grace is God reaching downward to people who are in rebellion against Him.” -Jerry Bridges
