Have you ever felt like you cannot go on? Have you ever experienced the weights of despair, discouragement and disappointment? Do you ever wonder if there is anybody left who actually cares for your plight? If any of these questions ring true in your heart than you understand to some
I spoke at a family camp at Crystal Creek Christian Camp over the weekend. If you’ve ever been there, you know the blessing it is to fellowship with God’s people around the word in such beautiful surroundings. In one of my sessions, I spoke about the night Jacob encountered God
When faced with health trials or when all human means have been exhausted, we turn to God in prayer. Christians worship a supernatural God. So why do we pray for divine intervention while still harbouring doubts that God will perform the miraculous? We certainly can’t demand that God answers our
It is nearly impossible to pick up a newspaper these days without being confronted with a crisis. The plethora of burning issues seem to roll off the tongue like Billy Joels’ 1980s hit We Didn’t Start the Fire. Arab unrest, climate change, carbon tax, refugees, earthquakes, nuclear threats, US debt,
Martin and Gracia Burnham were American missionaries in the Philippines for seventeen years when militant Muslims kidnapped and imprisoned them in their island stronghold. For over a year, Martin and Gracia suffered in captivity and isolation. A ransom was paid but the kidnappers refused to release the Burnhams. On June
I saw a touching portrait of personal courage and faith over the weekend. In their HSC (12) Year, a student is facing a protracted stay in hospital after a similar stay in hospital in the previous year. The first thing that struck me was their personal courage. Thinking back to
Ah, a Beatles song. Isn’t it? Maybe that’s what went through your mind when you first read the title. Maybe, maybe not. Depends how old you are, what kind of music you prefer (or once preferred) or what you were thinking about as you sat to read this post. For
There is a road that leads into Pormpuraaw. Two hundred and seven kilometres of dirt road. It only leads to Pormpuraaw. Main Roads keeps it drivable just for those who drive into Pormpuraaw. There are segments of bitumen along this road but they are short and sweet. Just enough time
As the thick jungle finally cleared in front of them, the exhausted pair stumbled into a clearing and stopped abruptly. Before their eyes was a series of peaks standing shoulder to shoulder as if to say “you will never get past.” The sight could have disheartened the sturdiest of men,
