Smudged Scriptures
My Dad, before he retired, was a Civil Engineer. If ever there was a major road development scheme or bridge-building project (a literal one) in Torbay where we used to live, he would most likely be on site making sure everything was going to plan. Continue reading “Smudged Scriptures”
Sirens and Buses
I’m approaching the end of a year at Holy Trinity Richmond serving as worship pastor, come September. The time for Mairi and I has been a cultural shock in many ways but mainly of adjusting to the relentless busyness of living in London….going to bed with the sounds of sirens and buses…waking up to the sounds of sirens and buses.
Hound Tour
One of my favourite places on Earth – with thanks to Adrian Oakes whose work you can find to buy at: http://www.adrianoakes.com
With Us (Stills)
Here a re a few more stills from last week’s recording while the track is edited, mixed and mastered. What an awesome evening. The finished track and video will be available here in early June!Continue reading “With Us (Stills)”
Spontaneous Prophetic Cello
Here’s one of our faves from last night’s track recording thanks to Mr Marcus Lee working his magic. Some pre-recording prayer with spontaneous prophetic cello!
Notions of Oceans
We all desperately want to hear God speak to us, don’t we? Those moments, rare as (we might think) they are, when the Holy Spirit speaks to us clearly and we know beyond any doubt at all that it was the Spirit of the risen Christ, dwelling in our inner man by faith, speaking.
Oikos: With Us
I’ve recorded three studio songs in the last few years and had others recorded and used at Life Church in Bradford, but none of them have adequately scratched the itch that keeps me writing and searching.
Song-writing for me is partly about scratching the itch I have to articulate what’s going on in my heart as I journey along the road towards the fullness of God. The itch isn’t from wanting to craft songs alone but wanting to know Him as He is and to express the peaks and troughs along the way. It’s the itch that will hopefully get more annoying the older I get and the nearer to Him I am.
The LORD – the Bridegroom God
Why Jesus is coming back to planet Earth for a bride not a husband
Easter Paradidomi
Why Good Friday really is very, very good
I’m colour blind – i.e. I can’t always discern between shades of brown and red and green. This means very little to me except that I can’t be an RAF pilot or a bomb disposal expert. It also means that I occasionally fowl in snooker by playing a brown by mistake. And it means that I can’t always see patterns, like the boat, below:
Messy, indiscernible patterns because of colour blindness is a great example of what the cross can look like if we are spiritually blind. Perhaps the cross is simply brown to you this Easter….i.e. all you see is a religious symbol and nothing more. Or perhaps you are seeing the red of His sacrificial blood, the green of His humanity as the priestly Son of Man and the yellow of His divinity as the saving Messiah.
In either case, God wants you (us) to see more and…
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