You can’t get second things by putting them first; you can get second things only by putting first things first.

“What’s troubling you?”, the younger man asked the older. “I wonder that my life hasn’t been well spent.”

His sacrifice was not without purpose.  He created us perfectly.  He sees us clean and pure. 

“And the rain comes down.  There’s no pain, and there’s no doubt.  It was easy to say, I believed in you every day.”

God sang each of us into being.  In each of us He has placed His song… and He continues to sing into our spirits.  We can harmonise with him.  We can dance with him.

Abba is an ancient word with no direct translation into English.  The closest we have is “Daddy.”  Whatever definition you may have of “daddy”, perhaps it could change?

We all know streams don’t flow up mountains don’t we?  In the natural they don’t, but in the supernatural they do. 

We live in a world of negativity, don’t we?  Try this. 

My Bible tells me the voice of God is a gentle whisper (1Kings 19:12) but still his people listen to his voice (John 10:27).  Yet, it’s difficult to recognise a voice unless we’ve heard it many times.

It would be disappointing if our estimation of our personal “I am” is based on the observations of those who know little of us, when the great “I am” (Exodus 3:14) sees us through the eyes of unimaginably holy love, and wants us to know how beautiful and wonderful we are. 

Jesus wept as his heart broke in compassion for a dear friend whose brother had died (John 11:35).  What did Jesus do next? 

If someone wants to get our attention they need to knock. 

You are walking into a room where God is relaxing and waiting to chat with you.  Are you happy or sad?

Perhaps together we can show this chaotic world that “forgiveness is a possibility which dawns on the horizon of humanity.”  Imagine the sunrise such a dawning would bring.

If we seek God, we will find him (Matthew 7:7-8).  He will take the time to come into our place of quiet.  If we listen, he speaks.  If we speak, he listens.

The colours of the changing season are upon us again.  I have always loved autumn.  The gold, orange and red of the leaves falling to lay a spectacular carpet for the new season to make its entry.  The crisp fresh touch of the air.  The promise of new things to come.

It had already been a long night.  The only place to be warm was near a fire someone had lit in the courtyard.  Peter could feel the darkness pressing in.  He could feel the cold on his back.  He could sense the danger.  They had taken his Lord away, but he needed to be close. 

How do you describe a hug?  The bottom line is, hugs are indescribable. 

What might Christian gravy be?  May I suggest it might be the delectable relationship with the Holy Spirit?  Of the same essence and flavour of Jesus and the Father, covering and enhancing every aspect of the ‘exquisite meal’ of living.

Does this reduce the majesty and holiness of God?  Or might it reveal his heart?