Should we not give ourselves, that which we would not fail to feel for another? Compassion. Understanding. Willingness to suffer, alongside. So sit with your sorrowing self. Hold your own shaking hand. Feel the strength that you can impart, from one palm to the other....
If ‘Hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul’, then too many knocks and trials can tend to make it fall. And for a moment we can wonder where hope has fled, when the dark clouds shield the sun, and our dreams die unrealised. When our 'Plan A’s' become...
Without love, who would I be? It does more than cover a multitude of sins. It puts up a mirror. It shows me the self that, in Him I’ve always been.The person whom, without love, I could never believe myself to be… Without His love reminding me, of the beauty he sees...
(inspired by 1. Cor:13) Without love, the words I speak, Though school’d in letters, will be weak: And though I say them loud and long, Without love, I’m but a noisy gong. Without love, the goods I share, Are nothing worth, though costing dear: My gift of life...
Will I have a good new year? Is there any way to tell? Consider the following: If I can help save someone from an eternity in hell, If my faith in Jesus is on display and not merely an empty shell, If I can speak loudly about my faith, and not even have to yell, If my...
Jesus, how often you must sigh! When I pretend to try, or when I decide to lie, or when I grow old and die, or perhaps even when I at last resurrect and fly! How glad I am, though, that you and I will never, ever have to say goodbye! Sigh! Chris Hansen
I rejected Jesus. What was I thinking! I knew my life was sinking. I knew I would be a corpse, dead and stinking. Still, he and I were just not linking. Was I moved by Roman crucifixion nails, clinking? Yes, indeed! So, why was I shrinking? Well, all this talk about a...
What happened to the Christmas that I loved so much? We celebrated the birth of our Lord, Jesus Christ It was to Him that we gave the presents on that wonderful day, Just rejoicing in Him and loving our family and friends This was what I was taught and wonder where it...
Why are we so afraid to lose? To surrender back to Him what has always been His.Is it because we think we will not care in this certain way again? Or is it that we’re afraid there will be a day, that we don’t remember them; and it will then be clear, that it was only...
Time moves on, while we wish we could hold it still. Expand it to retrieve each precious morsel. But nothing still holds its worth. Its value in the passing, and the measuring of its gift. Held in freeze frame,it would only stagnate and shrink. A still pool reflecting...