Being baptised in water is one thing, but being baptised with the Holy Spirit is significantly … more.
Lessons I have learned about life and other interesting realities
New year, fresh start, old confessions. In the cave again and a tad too comfortable.
To suffer pain and loss is a universal experience. But how we grieve is intensely personal.
Once we’ve Wised Up and ‘Fessed Up after a fall, we have to Get Up and get back on that horse.
An ugly wake up call is all it takes to start the ball rolling; to ‘Fess Up
Christians are in the business of walls; pulling them down and building them up.
Whether it’s within the quiet eddy of isolation or from within the chaotic slipstream, it’s time to choose.
Regardless of the cause of our isolation, it is a valuable opportunity to learn.
The heat flashed. Moisture prickled my forehead and under my arms. Flames rose up my neck and consumed my face. The red haze fogged my mind. Heart racing, painful throbbing seized my chest. Lights stabbed behind my eyes. It was becoming harder to breathe. I was drowning. Sirens screamed in my ears and stupid tears leaked out of my eyes. I was sinking into the haze; it hurt in my chest and in my head. I could not escape.
For the past several years I have been making a comeback. In 2016, after ten years of warring with my body, my brain finally delivered the knock-out blow. Previously, I had been pushing boundaries, ignoring the warnings and, by pure force of will, overrode all of my body’s defences. Fuelled by pride, nothing was going to stop me from fulfilling my unrealistic expectations of wife, mum and lay minister.