The link popped up a few times on my Facebook feed, so I watched it. Once my eyes had dried, I figured I’d re-blog it here for both of you. I was going to tell you where the fun happens, but it’s only just over 10 minutes long, so I reckon you can spare that long – it’s anyway better than 10 minutes of cats stuck in boxes. Continue reading
Strength is holding on just little while longer.
Strength is climbing one more hill.
Strength is “maybe tomorrow … “.
Yeah, so .. this gem cropped up on Facebook and I thought I’d share what it brought to mind. The image is of a humorous exchange between, I am guessing, a fictional Sheikh and his son who is studying abroad.
For some charismatic Christians, the mere mention of “liturgy” could make them feel faint in the head and want to sit down with a glass of water. Liturgy. The anti-thesis of spirit-led worship and freedom. Liturgy. Dusty. Dry. Old fashioned. Dead.
Yeah, it’s been a wierd start to the year. Lemmy, Bowie and Rickman have all packed their bags and shuffled off their mortal coils. May they rest in peace, and may God surround their family and friends with His peace, grace and comfort as they grieve. But with the deaths of these prominent figures, it’s started me thinking … Continue reading