I love a good story.
Countless evenings I would lay in bed with my young sons telling stories. A precious going-to-bed routine. Laughi..
I grew up in the era of the petrol roster system. Each weekend, until May 1995, petrol stations would shut at midday Saturday. If you were..
This week, we celebrated a lovely little girl’s birthday. My daughter and I went to choose a gift for her and decided on a tiara, tutu, an..
I haven’t written much lately, but I’ve been reading, talking, listening, and thinking plenty. Stuff too tentative to publish and too mudd..
His is the final word, right?
He is our salvation, our righteousness and truth?
He is the beginning and the end?
The alpha and omega?
I’m (occasionally) reading through a book Too Soon Old, Too Late Smart – 30 true things you need to know now. It’s an eloquent and incisiv..
I read a few blogs. Ok, more than a few, enough to feel regularly overwhelmed with the catch-up reading.
I could stop. Or cull them dow..
Occasionally, on a Monday evening, I run down a stretch of Canning Highway. Those few hundred metres take me past the Christadelphian Hall..
There’s a tongue-twisting tale in the first half of the Bible with life and death consequences.
The potted version of this story, which..