…prayer is supposed to be more of an al fresco, Continental, full-on, ten-course feast to savour than it is a McDonald’s drive through for our convenience.
We all know what it’s like to feel black and blue – battered by life, beaten up and bruised by stuff that we go through along our journey of faith. Sometimes we feel like we’re on our knees and that God’s no-where to be found. But He always comes through for us, and, whether weContinue reading “With Us (Live & Extended)”
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.
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 theContinue reading “Sirens and Buses”