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The left over garlic butter accidentally made its way into the Anzac biscuits we were sharing with our South African guests that day. They loved them anyway and wanted the recipe emailed – but that wasn’t the main reason I remember that picnic.
Continue reading “Passing the baton”
It’s a tricky balance this speaking up for what you believe on a public forum.
This verse is about appropriate application – NOT name calling – and is often my decider on whether to get involved or not. (Usually not)
“Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you to pieces.”
You might just as easily say “do not hang your fragile crystal in a hurricane and expect it back intact”.
I have been torn to pieces in the past… unnecessarily because I didn’t understand/apply this proverb.
It isn’t of course a stand-alone principle- there are always other things to consider… like this:
“Therefore do not let what you know is good be spoken of as evil.”
But even that is clarifying… the reverse can be a trap.
I had a conversation a few years ago about how ‘small talk’ drove me bananas… one of the things said by the other person was that ‘small talk’ was actually incredibly important.
Imagine a world without “Hi” and “how are you”? Without chatting over the weather or other safe topics? While its true that I love deeeeeeep deeeeeeeeeeep chats, I’m so glad we had that one as it has given me food for thought and reasons to notice more detail.
Continue reading “Shallow to deep”
I believe in love
I believe in fidelity
I believe in faithfulness
I believe in trust
I believe in humility
I believe in forgiveness
I believe in knowing what you’re worth
And in knowing what you’re not worth
For Mothers Day
Mum and Dad have always been busy – but if you need them they somehow will be
AVAILABLE
It’s not such a simple question!
A number of years ago I did a book display at a super ‘conservative’ Christian rally. I’d recently spent a number of years prior to that in a Pentecostal church but I’d attended the same rallies by the same conservative group as a small child with my parents. I stood there awash in The Fathers love and a sense of His presence and joy with the memory of being a toddler in that very auditorium and I knew the same joy I felt in the Pentecostal style worship was because it was the same Holy Spirit who was in each place. Neither set of beliefs governing style had everything right, but the Holy Spirit, by God’s grace, was present in both. He was there when I was a toddler in that auditorium, He was there in the Pentecostal church and He was there again that night.
Continue reading “To judge or not to judge?”