I’m not from this world, but a place you can’t see. It’s invisible to you, so how can it be? If you come follow me, and believe what I say,then you are my friend and I’ll show you the way. The flesh is weak, but the Spirit is strong, That’s how I can lead you to the...

The new year comes to us, ready yet or not. While we may prefer to burrow deep into the old. The new year comes, with untold stories to unfold. And dreams that might bear fruit, if we’re bold. To open the door to infinite possibility. To recall what a blank canvas can...

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...

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...