If I was going to write a book about procrastination or how to deal with writer’s block it would be very short and it would include only one rule.
When stuck, write a list blog.
So this is what I am doing today, because sometimes you’ve just got to get some words down.
Actually! Better still, I’m going to make this a new blog series, which means I don’t have to think of any new ideas for at least a few weeks.
So, let’s get started! Continue reading
There is a worship song that used to be pretty popular called, “One Way Jesus” which went “One Way. Je-sus”, funnily enough.
It’s got a pretty catchy hook and I remember hearing it for the first time many years ago and quite liking the tune. I didn’t really take too much notice of the words though.
Many popular worship songs have this same message of Jesus being the only thing we really need. He’s all we’ll ever need. And there is no way to get to God, than through Jesus.
Or is there?
Walking up the steps and out of the tube station in London for the very first time when I was 11 or 12 and seeing the TDK and Coca Cola lights advertising on the board at Piccadilly Circus was one of the most profound moments in my life. Continue reading
If you were paying attention to Twitter over the last week you may have noticed quite a lot of discussion going on about something called “The Nashville Statement”. Basically a group called the “A Coalition For Biblical Sexuality” released 14 articles as part of a statement on their views of Biblical Sexuality and Gender. Continue reading
So back to Belgium. And Dis and his wallpaper lions who jump out and attack him. Why does Arthur, the father of the house that Dis stays in chase them away rather than try and convince him that they’re not real? That’s a great question. One I think that can be answered in how it affects Dis. Continue reading
When a man who lives in the town of Geel in Belgium sees lions jumping out from his wallpaper and running at him, the father of the family he lives with doesn’t try to convince him that they aren’t real; rather he chases them away.
Or when another boarder, constantly and obsessively fiddles with the buttons on his jacket so much that they come off everyday; rather than using fishing wire to attach the buttons making them more difficult to remove, the mother of the family he lives with, sits down each evening and resows the buttons on.
So three day days ago was Belfast Pride. By all accounts a wonderful, joyous celebration of Love and acceptance. I was sad I missed it because Belfast is a city in a country that often seems very divided and any opportunity to join thousands of other people from different faith or no faith backgrounds, variety of political persuasions, skin colors, Protestants and Catholics, should be grabbed with both hands.
It should be celebrated. Continue reading