Every Picture Tells A Story; Children of the Holy Bible.

When I was a child of 5 years old my father gave me a small Bible, which I still have to this day. Inside it he inscribed my name and the date, 22 December 1967. I have recently asked him why he chose this date, as curiously it is days after my birthday but before Christmas. He cannot recall why, so there is a mystery!

Inside this dear little copy of mine are several coloured plates, some depicting children. Long before I could read I remember gazing long at those pictures. The children seemed just children to me, although today they are obviously of a different ethnicity and wear ancient robes. This, as a child, I never saw but merely that they and I had a common bond. Also, those children in the Bible included me; I had no adult concept at all of the stories within, except those I heard growing up at Infant and Primary school. I listened and unconsciously remembered; as generation from generation always has over long centuries before.

With the Old Testament I learnt of Moses, a little baby in a basket floating down the river and rescued by a Princess. He became God’s mighty leader who was a hero. I learnt of Samuel whose mummy made him clothes but he lived at “church”. Who on hearing his name went running to answer the “Vicar”, but was sent back to bed! Then was told God was calling him with a special message. He grew up to be God’s voice, how extraordinary! Then of course there was Joseph who was his daddy’s favourite and who was given an amazing multi-coloured coat. He suffered from his angry brother’s jealousy who sold him as a slave, and yet God raised him up to save God’s people from starving to be very important to the King of Egypt and was eventually to be reconciled to his family once more. All were children with amazing destinies.

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Fast forward to the New Testament, and I learnt of a little baby born in a stable whose mummy and daddy were Mary and Joseph. They had a donkey, not a car! This little baby was Jesus, God’s beloved Son. I heard much about this baby Jesus. I had his picture in my little Bible. This picture, and all the others, grew in my mind as I heard of their adventures and lives as they grew up. Jesus however was very different and He grew up and loved all children (Matthew 19:13-15).

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 “Jesus loves me, this I know because my Bible tells me so!”

These words I learnt at nursery school, and come from a hymnal by Anna Bartlett-Warner (1820-1915), and the music by William Batchelder Bradbury (1816-1868).



Later on as I grew up Iwas able to understand more, I came to read in the Bible of children raised from the dead by Elijah and also by Jesus. Yet, I also learned of children murdered (Matthew 2:16-18), a little girl stolen and taken captive as a slave (2 Kings 5).

I read of twins who fought before they were born and who stole and deceived. Of how one son was favoured over another; from Esau and Jacob, to Isaac and Ishmael. Of a daughter who was raped.

Life in all its aspects both good and evil, we are not to be shielded from the truth of what real life is like. Their lives and destinies played out and recorded for all to read within the Bible. God tells it as it is when we don’t follow Him. Those who break God’s rules and those who suffer from consequences, (chosen or imposed) have free will.

How do we deal with all this?

In the second book of the Bible (Exodus 20:12) we are commanded by God to “Honour your father and mother”. However because we are fallen and have sinful natures, we fail time and again to live as God intended. People hurt others (consciously or not) we simply cannot help ourselves out of the mess we fell into.

As with those in the Bible, their lives and destinies were preordained as ours are today. Psalm 139:16 explains for us, “In your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.” God knows the mess were in and that is why He sent us His Son, Jesus the Messiah. In an amazing turn of fate for humanity, our mess can be delt with simply by believing in Jesus. Who He is and that He has rescued us because of His self-sacrificial death and, most importantly, His resurrection!

His resurrection changed everything, we all will die a physical death one way or another, but we who belong to Jesus are promised life eternal. And, God keeps His promises! Moreover, we are claimed as His children and filled with His Spirit. This “down payment” seals us forever. We are marked as His children. How amazing!

So, I guess the answer is that we don’t “deal with all this” alone.

Today, children are born into spiritual poverty, never has a generation had so much materially and yet are spiritually barren, lost. Whether we are parents or not we most likely have nieces, nephews, know friends children, or god children. Children are a gift of God, and we too are all His children (3 John 1:4). We are as family to help each other, especially as St. James writes, “Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to visit orphans and widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unstained from the world.” (James 1:27).

How shall they believe in Him of whom they have not heard?” (Rom 10:14).

So, let us continue to tell the children so that His word may never depart from them, giving a Bible to a child so that they may wonder, feel included and learn of His all inclusive love for them. If we do not, today’s children will grow up in the world’s grip. With access to God’s living Word lives are transformed and healed. The Spirit blows; may He inspire a godly generation to grow up with the knowledge and wisdom of the Holy One. May this generation come to fulfil their God given destinies and dreams, may they be able to say with certainty of changed hearts, “I know my Redeemer lives.” (Job 19:25).


Be Still

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I lit a candle,

Bent my knee,

In silence waited

Only for Thee.



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I closed my eyes,

Let go a sigh,

In silence waited

As time ticked by.





I slowed my mind,

And breathed You in,

In silence waiting

The place grew thin.



listenngI sensed You close,

And longed to hear,

In silence waiting

For Thine voice dear.



teach my heartI heard a whisper,

Time slipped away,

In silence with You

My heart to pray.


“I am with you.centering-prayer-quote

And you with me.”

In silence together

For Eternity.











A Slower Pace of Life

Running on virtually empty, I just had to stop. Stop with a capital S. Stop the routine, the frantic pace and relentless pressure ‘to do’. Everything in my mind was crashing in, one thought after another until it was continuously one long blur of “things to do, lists, diary entries, appointments and commitments.”


Life isn’t supposed to be like this, not my life! The more mature I  have grown, the more I want, the more I only desire simplicity, unhurriedness  and time to think. So today, I stopped. And, do you know what? It’s wonderful to just remove oneself from the rat race and breathe.

My body physically ached from relentless stress,  but I can sit here and feel the sun, close my eyes and listen to the birds and trust.


I trust God that He will uphold me, defend me and protect me. I thank Him for wisdom to reorganise my day, reschedule my timetable and receive His love. I have stepped out of the rush and madness of the world to withdraw, just for a day. It’s one of the kindest things I could do for myself.

I fear no reprisal, I dread no repercussions, I know that today was set aside to be. To be at peace, to be relaxed and to be true to my values and not worry. The world is full of worry, anxieties and fears which push people down.

Today has been at my pace, and I’ve achieved things that were needed to be done calmly and tonight I shall sleep well. No drug or alcohol induced sleep, no worries pulling me to shreds, nothing but rest. And I intend to live my life this way from time to time, just so I stay well in body, mind and soul.


The world seems intent on distracting people to hurry, hurry, hurry! Fast food, fast speed internet, 24/7 shopping, drive fast, live faster. Well, not me, I see it for what it is and reject the ‘modern’ pace. Take to time chat with family and friends, listen to them. Pause and reflect, feel.

If we teach our children and ourselves to see what really is important in this life, then we all shall be contented and true to who we are and what were here for. Robots can hurry, computers can process split second, machines are for speed and efficiency, but people, no; they are to be free and see in the world around them the wonder and glory of creation; the beauty and peace of being aligned to purpose and passion.


I was struck but something I read recently, that whatever we do and whatever we acquire materially or financially, we all leave this world in the same size box. Nothing we take with us,, naked we shall leave this mortal coil. We have a life now to enjoy and I’m going to do just that! I’m going to love my family, my friends and be kind and gentle as much as I can. Therein lies much happiness and joy.


Jaffa Cake Theology

On Trinity Sunday I offer you some food for thought! The humble Jaffa Cake has been elevated above the humdrum debate of whether it’s a biscuit or a cake, to one of Theological significance.

“How?” I hear you mutter, “whatever next!!”

Well, dear soul I shall endeavour to explain with a mere Jaffa Cake, the Mysterious Doctrine of the Trinity.

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“Good luck with that one!”

A slight dismissal of attention perhaps threatens, as if anything SO profoundly difficult being adequately explained , but the Doctrine of the Trinity is simply put “God in three persons”. Not three separate persons please understand, but as the original Hebrew ‘Elohim’ ( see Strong’s Concordance; Heb 430) implies plurality, that within the One LORD God Almighty there is an eternal shared expression of three person-hoods.

Firstly we can know God as Abba Father, who is love and loves all He created. Here we can say God is like the chocolate on a Jaffa Cake ( bear with the analogy!). His love covers the whole world, as chocolate does a Jaffa Cake.

Then we also can encounter His Son, Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. He loved us unto the end, His arms of love open upon the cross, the perfect sacrifice for sin. Here too we can say God the Son is like the biscuit (or cake) of the Jaffa. The foundation and base of Truth and love. The foundation or Rock upon which we stand.

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Then we come to the Holy Spirit (personally my favourite both theologically and in a Jaffa Cake), who is likened to the “smashing orangey bit in the middle”. Here we can personally experience and taste how sweet the Lord God,  the Holy Spirit is. The Holy Spirit is sent by Jesus The Son into the world to comfort and strengthen and empower His friends.


All three; Chocolate, Orange jam and base are essential to say a Jaffa Cake is indeed a Jaffa Cake, equally all three person-hoods are the relational essence of God; God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit.

Within the One Godhead we see diversity yet unity, each with special characteristics yet all express love, love, love. So, that is my take on explaining the Trinity. It isn’t I think too helpful to say Trinity is a mystery and leave it at that. I’m all for holy mystery ( such as the Incarnation- but that’s another blog) yet sometimes  perhaps a simple take on what appears to be too deep or only for very “holier than thou folk” with inner knowledge leaves people devoid of a very important truth. God is love. The Father loves you, The Son loves you and The holy Spirit loves you. Simples!








A Different Time

Over the months that have past and I’ve been away from the keyboard I have changed. Inside me is a different time, one where there is no rush or hurry. I have learnt to go to this place deep within to find solace and solitude in the silence of my soul. Here, I find peace when the madness of the world and demands of life threaten to squeeze me into it’s mould and time frame.

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Do you feel the desire to pull away from worldly time that is ceaseless in it’s driving us to despair with lists and deadlines, appointments and commitments?

Come away… “come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters; and you who have no money, come , buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without cost.” Isaiah 55:1 NIV

Isaiah’s words still resonate in us as we read them, and Jesus calls us to Himself,

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28

Rest for the weary traveller on life’s path, for the journey is arduous and trials beseige any self-effort we might employ. Having had quite enough, the Prophet Elijah needed the sustenance of the kind only the LORD can provide, not just once but twice before he was able to set out again (1 Kings19:7).

We are no different and like Elijah we can receive all we need from Him. We may enter into the storm of what feels like wind, earthquake, and fire but there will come a gentle whisper.Image result for gentle whisper


So let us be eager to enter a different time, where pressure to perform drops away and we regain our sense of identity and purpose. Let Him recalibrate us with heaven’s song.

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So, dear LORD and Father we come, burdened though we are yet choosing to enter a different time. Thank you that you care and are gentle with us, when we are so hard on ourselves. May we step aside for awhile with you, hear you whisper our name and show us your perspective on the path we tred through the world you lovingly created. Renew us and stengthen us with love and peace, for Jesus sake, Amen.



Grammatical Bookends

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Another page turns, and silently the pen crosses in straight lines recording the thoughts of a writer’s mind.

A room silent, slowly inhaling and exhaling and words appear waiting to be written down flowing….

Distant noises cannot interrupt the stream, as mind creates and words, once hidden now lay in open view.

A strong light through the windowpane illuminates the paper, and unhurried the letters join and sit waiting.

“Here I am!”

 Shout these silent words; unspoken and held by speech marks like token bookends. Read me silently and it’s an internal whisper spoken out loud,

“I am discovered!!”

Located on the page of time,


counters the bold proclamation, it is for the reader to find you. The story shouts from  the page,

“Read me aloud!”

My words have power, release the sound and create the scene, make characters that live and chatter! Woven into the narrative of place and time with words that wait to come alive.

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Stories real, or perhaps not, all longing to be expressed by eager voices which animate a thousand bedtime goodnights’ begin,

“Once upon a time….”

and years roll back and touch the memory, words so familiar take shape as if in a small person’s imagination, as they drift to sleep, their soft curls on the pillow now resting.

“And they all lived happily ever after.”

Words lowered to a silent hush.

Stories meant to be shared and read aloud, touch a generation with the author’s gift, our delight. Memories created of childhood fantasy where bears eat porridge, cats wear boots, where small boys fly and the Lion roars! Good overcomes and evil takes flight, yet still safe in one’s bed, a soft whisper


Stories endure of this kind for a reason, they grow future author’s minds that once captured a small child’s imagination. The world they see is different and exciting, capturing an innocence and stirring creativity.

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Where a simple walk in the wood sees fairies on branches, bugs that have entire conversations, and puddles like lakes that if you jump into them you just might….possibly…. jump right through into a land where only your imagination leads you. Small boys and girls with big adventures capture a reality that still lives on in our own internal secret world. One of innocence and fun, one which the author can still gift to another generation.

Write down words, capture memories, inspire others imaginations and let your stories come to life.

Back to blogging – finally!!

Quite a few months have slipped past since I last blogged anything. Not, as you may think due to writer’s block, no not at all. Merely life taking a new season and direction and taking up much of my free time that I had until last autumn. The desire to write however has never truly left me, just the energy to sit here (staying awake) to compose the words, which expresses my thoughts and feelings, ideas and dreams.

Today it has been raining heavily and that has kinda helped to focus my mind. I have let the words flow as the rain has fallen onto the dry, parched ground. So too, the words have begun to flow once more onto the barren page before me. Writing is an expression of creativity and freedom for me, to be able to take those bustling words that twirl and twist circular pathways in my thoughts and to finally make them sit still, here on the page. This may not be the most amazing blog ever, but it is where I pick up once again the thread and choose to continue to weave together something that pleases me and makes my soul sing!

But, what to choose?! I could combine several themes making a multi-layered narrative or pick just the one thing, the one that means the most to me and that, perhaps you too may enjoy, as I share with you the reader. For instance, my love and newly re-found passion for gardening, or of painting and drawing or how I might sit and create a picture of a beautiful red rose. One that I have personally tended and grown.One which has the most delicate perfume, whose petals as soft as velvet and as deep a red as when the petals fall like spilled drops of blood.


Being in the garden is my forever secret place and one where I have felt close to the Creator as I have tended it, bringing form, shape, and colour alive. This has been my release of creativity. I have discovered I am a (fair-weather) ‘shed-dweller’. I retreat there, a cup of tea in hand, to sit and think and dream and reconnect with the Creator of this fabulous planet. Taking a break from even the things we love to do, refreshes and reinvigorates passion and purpose. Nothing is ever wasted from our creative bursts of writing or painting and drawing or gardening.

Now as I write I wish to try to capture the miracle of, for example,  growing a  tiny little speck of a seed, seeing it germinate, thrive as I tend it with patience, and loving care. As it grows and develops and forms leaves and buds, then flowers, sets fruit or seed heads. The circle of life for that little seed has begun and comes fully complete. All the information is hidden deep inside and as something like a few drops of water soften it and the darkness hides it, life emerges. Fascinating, the miracle has begun, as it develops and as I observe how it reaches for the light, how it in turn creates shade and shadows, and dances with the slightest breeze. Its roots entwined into the soil, hugging the damp earth tightly and absorbing nutrients that make it flourish.


Therein lies a promise that unfurls, and as such so too does the Word of God settle into the darkness of mankinds heart, like a little seed and grows, bringing new life.


If you hear His Word today, don’t harden your heart but let it become softened, let the new life within you grow and THAT is the greatest miracle of all!!


Summer’s Sky Dancers

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The Red Admiral Butterfly

Do you suppose that a butterfly has any memory of the fact that once it was a slow, fat, leaf-munching caterpillar, as it flits and dances lightly freely in the warm summer breeze?

I wonder what it feels like to suddenly come into a new sensation, bodily experience and to be radically changed. This amazing metamorphosis is to me one of Creations most delightful occurrences’, one that might just slip by unnoticed to the unobservant eye.

I feel honoured to watch the butterfly flit past knowing that is survived the transformative expulsion from the chrysalis phase. It’s life now only too brief as it soars upwards along with many other insects, past buzzing bees and flies and ladybirds. I hesitate to mention the wasp, for him, I am uncertain of, mainly for all the panic that he causes to picnicking people. All these though are busy engaged in their hurried little lives.

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The humble Cabbage White

Summer’s fleeting visitor, the butterfly, who has such graceful and delicate wings, like angels, that skitter up and over hedgerows and across open country fields or suburban gardens, alighting upon bushes or flowers in the blissful heat of the day. Its dusty wings which close and open as it rests on a plant or flower head, now and then revealing its individual markings, peacocks eyes, and vibrant shimmering colours of red, and blue or green.

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Common Blue

No one gets too excited by the earth brown shades of a moth, but the butterfly is to be  admired and watched, and probably proud as it nestles in amongst flowers, shrubs and summer borders. There is an unhurriedness to its meandering flight, something relaxing to watch in the heat of a summer’s day. Their little lives, short but none the less valued for the pretty scene they create in just being themselves.

It is important ecologically to care for and support these beauties, there are even specialized ‘houses’ to help them to transform from caterpillar to butterfly!

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A Butterfly House

from coccoon to butterfly

and a  sneaky peek inside!

I love to see them, these beautiful, small dancers of the sky as they make my heart feel cheered up somehow. I stop when I spot one to gaze at its flight until it is past my view. Content and privileged, am I to capture just for a moment, something quite glorious. I am thankful for it and the joy it brings to my heart.

For those of you, who like myself, love these delicate Summer Sky dancers, and would love to see even more of them, then why not plan a visit to “Butterfly World”.Just click on the link below.



The Courage of a Lion

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What does it take, to get you to your knees? I have had, and indeed I am still, experiencing a season of disorientation that has driven me to my knees, leaving me  wondering what is happening to my life.

It is not until you come before God, empty handed that you can truly say with any honesty you are reliant upon His grace and mercy. Such is the depth of  His love in drawing you away from all that would hinder your walk with Him. In all the upheaval and confusion, the heartbreak and fear I am still standing.

My faith in times like this, and believe you me, I have had plenty over the years, is surprisingly rock solid. I cling to this Rock like it was my very next breath and I know that though I am challenged and desperate, that God is with me.

Sometimes, I feel a little bit like Lucy in C.S. Lewis’s Narnia tales that my sword is actually just a tiny dagger but beside me is Aslan, behind me is the full force of the God of the Universe who is roaring towards the enemy on my behalf, protecting me.

So, I am blessed, even in the direst of trials that besiege my heart and mind, yea even fear of my very life slipping. Therefore I can say that I am secure in this insecure place I find myselI in, I have deep peace just knowing He is never more than a prayer away.


When I feel the boat about to tip over, I cry out none the less desperately than Jonah’s fellow sailors did , “help!!!” is an excellent prayer. And through the messy, fearful steps I take, He guides and leads me onwards.

This is just a part of my journey, my story, and I know that if I were self-secure, self- anything really, in trying to hold it all together and do it myself I would be the poorer, the most miserable creature in fact.For, I would lose sight of God and I cannot imagine a worse fate than that.

And, I am not alone in this, I am privileged to walk with others equally (though not similarly) caught up in their own trials that knock them off their feet. We gird up our loins and raise our heads, choosing to believe and hope against all that we see, know or fear. We stand this day only in His strength and covenant blessings. I am proud of my Sisters in Christ.

Yes, we can say we are blessed in adversity and brokenness because behind us stands a much greater and stronger One who protects His beloved children. By faith, we choose to trust and keep on, keeping on.

Here is to all of you in whom this resonates, those of you who are waiting for the sun to come out again, for the road ahead to be smooth, for you who have felt this way and wonder why or when you might rise beyond all the pain and hurt, confusion and mess.Though we bare scars, remember, God is for you and not against you, remember just how far you have come, but don’t look back you are not going that way!

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Remember, God is for you and not against you, remember Joy does come in the morning because behind you is ‘Aslan’ and He who has promised will reorientate  your life again because His promises are all yes and amen, “Amen?”


Nothing new under the sun

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“What goes around, comes around.”, you may have heard this expression before. Certainly, in times of comfort and plenty do any of us ever think back to how things were for us when we struggled in need, or of how history speaks to us of past generations; of their wealth or grinding poverty? Nothing new here!

Oh, but,”It’s all swings and roundabouts” or “Here today, gone tomorrow”, phrases we throw around and around,  but do we really listen to what these tell us; warn us?

In times of plenty, we build our prosperous ivory castles sky high and fear to look out of the window lest we see a hurting world. After all, we deserve our due  for our hard work;  we have built up our empires and this is our reward. We are too busy shopping and buying novelties to notice what is really going on under our very noses. We are too busy investing in commodities, stocks, shares, precious metal, too busy buying property and enclosing our lives in gated communities. Fearful of lack we will do anything to hang onto our wealth!

God’s Word teaches us, warns us,

” We all come to the end of our lives as naked and empty-handed as on the day we were born. We can’t take our riches with us.” Ecclesiastes 5:15 New Living Translation

and in case you think that is the Old Testament and you are under grace, sorry but the New Testament also says,

“After all, we brought nothing with us when we came into the world, and we can’t take anything with us when we leave it.” 1 Timothy 6:7 New Living Translation.

Lady Plenty is an opiate that silences our compassion, dulls our response to respond to others in need.When all comes crashing down and there is a hole in your pocket, what next? Who do you turn to, the money lenders, the institutional banks, family, friends?

We are all guilty of squandering, I’m as much to blame myself as to anyone else. We are short-sighted, blinded and too trusting of the world and its systems.Whilst the Western world is ensnared by Mammon, blinded and enticed into the rat race of materialism,  Third World poverty has trapped them into a ‘life’ of utter deprivation, corruption, and an early grave.

It is not until you hit rock bottom that you cry out in confusion and despair, “My God, My God why have you forsaken me?” Your god, your god is wooden, deaf, unfeeling and cannot help you. Are you stunned by this? or maybe you have compassion fatigue? It’s just all too much!! We are stressed, lonely, the saints are worn out, Daniel 7:25 ESV.

I came across this prayer this morning, and it made me think, looking at life today nothing changes does it! This prayer was written by William Rauschenbusch, a Christian theologian, and Baptist Pastor, who lived from 1861-1918.

O Christ, thou has bidden us pray for the coming of thy Father’s Kingdom,

in which hisrighteous will shall be done on earth.

We have treasured thy words, but we have forgotten their meaning,

and thy great hope has grown dim in thy church.

We bless thee for the inspired souls of all ages who saw afar

the shining city of God, and by faith left the profit of the present

to follow their vision. We rejoice that today the hope of these lonely hearts

is becoming the clear faith of millions.

Help us O Lord, in the courage of faith to seize what has now come so near,

that the glad day of God may dawn at last. As we have mastered nature

that we might gain wealth, help us now to master the social relations

of mankind that we may gain justice and a world of brothers.

For what shall it profit our nation,

if it gain numbers and riches and lose the sense of the living God and the joy

of human brotherhood? Make us determined to live by truth

and not by lies,to found our common life on the eternal foundations

of righteousness and love,

and no longer to prop the tottering house of wrong by legalized cruelty and force.

Help us to make the welfare of all the supreme law of our land, and that

So our commonwealth may be built strong and secure on the love of all its citizens.

Cast down the throne of Mammon who ever grinds the life of men,

And set up thy throne, O Christ, for thou didst die that men might live.

Show thy erring children at last the way from the City of Destruction

to the City of love, and fulfil the longings of the prophets of humanity.

Our Master, once more we make thy faith

our prayer: “Thy Kingdom come! Thy will be done on earth!”


This pattern of have and have not has played out over human history, it is nothing new and we have not learned anything. People are blessed if they are woken up from their slumbering to hear, blessed if they turn away from the rotten apathy that dulls the heart.This makes uncomfortable reading, this challenges you and me to think again and stop playing a game of Russian roulette with your future.God has been waiting to see if you remember him, in all the prosperity and wealth you have been toying with.

If you have read thus far, through the caustic narrative of words that chill the soul then I have good news for you, “Fear not!” Once aware you can change, you can live differently, simply and at peace. God, your God sees and will come to you. He will place within your life, put your hands all that is needed but no more than this. He will send you to others who have no idea what is awaiting them lest they fall.

Is it realistic to think we can stop history repeating itself, and stop world poverty, and deprivation;we can, one person at a time. So today if you hear his voice, do not harden your heart, but turn again and let your life stand for righteousness and compassion. Decide this day whom you will serve. He waits to be wanted.

“As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” Joshua 24:15 NLT.