I am a privileged man. And I don’t use that word “privileged” casually, because, among many literary circles I know, the writer is the hero,
Back in Ugandan Primary School my science teacher often labored to explain a plant development term I have never forgotten. Osmosis. The definition often went
1:57 pm, Sunday 17 November, I have just walked out of Sunday service, Beautiful sermon shaped by psalm 84, My takeaway? – God is not
I am often surprised by how much happiness I carry into the day having slept 7 hours or more, okay at-least 6. (I mean, who
I am told Airport lobbies are something else these days, I am told young people converge around sockets like bees converge in hives. Well, The
We all stood around him as he closed the session, it must have been the last day of the Retreat, years ago, although I remember
Someone once sang “God bless the broken road that led me straight to you” But for some of us, that didn’t “connect” because there were
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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