Maugrim & The Secret Scottish Police

I had just got out of a taxi outside Newcastle train station and I was burning with the Holy Spirit of God.

Does God Like Evangelism?

My afternoon has been pleasantly hijacked by an Instagram post of my former Pastor, Paul Scanlon. I have said publicly many times that I respect Paul from a deep heart level – though we barely know each other – and I genuinely did before being blocked by him on Instagram for expressing a respectful questionContinue reading “Does God Like Evangelism?”

Not The Real Jesus 

I went to Glasgow this week for a meeting and, coming out of the train station en route, walked past two young girls stood at a Jehovah’s Witness stand doing their thing. (passively standing to attention hoping that someone might stop so that they can ‘witness’ and earn some credits or even an eternal get-out-of-jail-card).

Ready: Steady, Go

The Urgent Call to “Go” “Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. “Blessed are you when they revile and persecute you, and say all kinds of evil against you falsely for My sake. Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for great is your reward in heaven, for soContinue reading “Ready: Steady, Go”

New series: Ready

To find someone in need who desperately needs your help, complete the following 5 simple steps: 1) Wherever you are about your day,  look up from whatever you’re doing 2) consider what you see 3) pray for discernment 4) pray for courage and wisdom and power 5) open your mouth/move your feet We’re soon startingContinue reading “New series: Ready”

Cold Feet? Beautiful Feet – A Theory of Holiness and Balance

So far this Advent we have focused on Isaiah 52 verses 1-4. How come? Because we wanted to spend time responding to the series Look At The Lamb by getting practical and by getting bold.

Cold Feet? Muddy Feet

Scottish Summer Swamps Mairi has got a very low tolerance to cold feet; I could happily wear flip-flops all year round. Mairi is genuinely upset if the temperature of her feet drops by even a fraction of a degree below the average temperature of ‘slipper heaven’ whereas I couldn’t care less.