
Don’t Wait For Four Men To Carry You Into Church
Sundays used to mean rising early, hymnals, Sunday school offertories, and sumptuous meals cooked by my mum. Not any more. Well, not quite. The latter

Sundays used to mean rising early, hymnals, Sunday school offertories, and sumptuous meals cooked by my mum. Not any more. Well, not quite. The latter

I have a knack for doing things well. I thank God for that, you’d think that makes me good at what I do, sometimes yes,

A recently retired Ugandan Anglican Archbishop, Stanley Ntagali, has been exposed over a sexual scandal. Sound familiar? Well, there was also Ravi Zacharias and Carl Lentz. And that’s only

I’ve always believed there are ways of organizing ministry, even music ministry, that empower or distract from gospel focus in our gathered worship

So oh yes, let’s head out today and sing our hearts out about an uncharacteristic baby in a manger, yet let’s not forget how that baby grew up, and got crucified for shallowness like ours.

This question we must answer, or at least try.

Time check. It’s 1:38am. I’ve just carried my youngest daughter to her mum for a feed. Seconds prior, I was enthralled by a strange dream.

“You know, the two words that pop here are “legalism” and “antinomianism”, the first is the tendency to exalt the law over grace and the latter is the tendency to deny the significance of the law.”
For more than a decade, I have always lived with a tension resulting from trying to reconcile what I read in God’s word and what I see in God’s world.
This platform is an aggregation of reflections resulting from that discord.
By God’s grace, until the sweat lies cold on my brow, I hope to enter his glory satisfied that his word was not only the lamp to my feet, but a lamp to others’ feet too.
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