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Losing well

It’s a new day,
It’s a new week,
The stadium lies empty
One nation is sad, the other is in jubilation,
Life will go on…

Last night, the better team, did win.
Just look at the stats, etc.
But how does one lose graciously?
How does one be positive instead of negative.
How does one change the narrative?

Makes me sad to hear and see scenes of disorderly swearing and stupid drunken behaviour.
I wonder what damage has happened to families last night, because of the misuse of alcohol?
People drinking their bad moods…
Football has mainly been a working class sport. But please show some class and NOT act like hooligans!

It was before the previous match, there was a brilliant build up promo video:
“Football is not important.”
But it’s about bringing people together.
After a tough 18 months of lockdown and a pandemic, it’s a welcome distraction and moving forward!!
(I can’t find that previous promo vid) but here, the Dutch said it well, (about their stadium) – the message of the video applies to all:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HfEyWJ4UcpQ

England, for a few weeks, you came together.
Keep that spirit.
Keep that joy.

And stop being so darn negative!
We lost, but this is NOT history. THIS is the present.
This is a NEW team, with different players.
England will make semis and finals again.
Sooner than you think. Stop being so pessimistic!

the narrative needs to change…
Headlines like these need to stop:

England are masters at glorious failures – but they’ve given us nod to brighter future
(Why start so negatively?)

Stop succumbing to the negative!
That would be the best win!
Yes, be sad for a day or two.
But then remember that spirit of togetherness. Live with that!

We have done well.
That team played exactly like that.
Like a team and not individuals.
Football has come home. (Although, let’s think of another slogan, perhaps?)

To the young players, who missed their penalties.
That sucks. But that “failure” (miss) doesn’t define you.
Get up, practice more.
Enjoy your football career further.
So much more to come: victories, team spirit, more skill, and yes, more losses.
Remember why you started playing: FOR THE LOVE OF THE GAME.

To society,
Please be respectful of any Italians that you may see in the next few days.
No name calling or anything.

It’s a new day,
It’s a new week,
The stadium lies empty.
But we are alive and our hearts are still full!


Posted in Faith & Church, Inspirational & Observations from Life, People

Festival Christians

“What?! You haven’t been to Soul Survivor or Spring Harvest?”
Earlier this week I thought about this (It’s strange how thoughts appear out of nowhere) – when I answered “no” (this question was asked of me soon after I arrived to the UK back in 2018) it was as if I told the person I don’t breathe oxygen or something?!

In Christian circles there are those who are known as “festival junkies” perhaps… or dare I say “those who live with mountain top faith experiences.”

One or two names come to mind of how people pushed these experiences upon me as if this is where God is ONLY.
A few years on, I think about how these people aren’t really “with God” anymore.
(Don’t read this in a judgemental way…)

But it just got me thinking about how one’s spiritual maturity doesn’t come from a festival.
It comes from meeting with God daily. Through the thick and thin of life. The stuff of life is where we live and meet with Jesus.
Yep, it’s great to go to a festival and be surrounded with like minded people of faith. (Although I have often felt so isolated there. “Those people are so weird!”)

In the big marquee, the pretty music, the atmospheric lights, the playing with moods. yep, God is there.
But is God not JUST there.
He is with you everyday. In your doubts. In a pandemic. In despair. In loneliness. He is with us, here and now.

Makes me sad to think of some young adults and adults alike have drifted from God. “I just don’t feel it.” they muse. But faith is not a feeling. It’s deeper than that.

I haven’t been to many festivals. But I am thankful that I still love Jesus through the up and downs of life.
(Thanks for reading my random thoughts.)



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Double Time

If you use Whatsapp, you would have noticed the new feature for voice notes. One can play them at 1.5 the speed or at double time. But for me, it made me realise that it is a “sign of the times.” 😦
We live too hurried lives to listen to a voice note at normal speed. Now we’ve found a way, to get through them faster. Is that where we are? Fast Forwarding the time with our friends and family because we don’t have the time for them? Weird conundrum, right?

That being said, for those who do talk soooooo slowly… the new feature is great! 😉
And for those who send over 6 minute voice notes…. why on earth are you doing that? 😉 haha!
#randomHofmusings

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Jesus and people.

(I was asked to write this. This is what I came up with.)

Jesus and people.

I have been mulling over the word, friendship, recently.  A friendship with Jesus.  So, it’s not a shallow friendship.  It’s not an irreverent one.  It’s one deeply moved by Him.  A friendship soaked in grace and wonder.  And as a Friend, Jesus makes time for us.  He gets us.

Are we able to flip that around, though?  And say we get Jesus.  We’re learning more about Him.  And beginning to understand and trust Him wholeheartedly.  I’d like to think that that is a great sign of spiritual maturity.

There are lots of unspoken things that Jesus does in the gospels that we need to use our imagination to work out, what happened.  I like that.  Leaves us with a sense of mystery.  There is just something about Jesus, that drew so many people in.

The two that I would like to look at are Zacchaeus and the woman who was caught in the act of adultery.  The one has a sort of curiosity if you will.  Who is this Jesus?  The other stumbles, literally at the feet of Jesus.  And is forever changed.

We meet Zacchaeus in Luke 19: 1 – 10 https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2019%3A1-10&version=NIV

The rumours and news of Jesus had spread.  Zacchaeus being a short man, is rather resourceful and wants to see this Jesus.  So, he climbs a tree.  How many adults would do that, these days?  (Not many!)  I love his curiosity.  His interest.

    And then, I love Jesus’ reaction to him.  Zacchaeus, I am coming to your house.  A meal and some accommodation, please.  Jesus had noticed Zacchaeus.  (Do you know, He notices you and I too?).  Good ol’ Zac, will not miss out on this opportunity.  He opens his home to Him.

They no doubt must have had a great evening.  Good food, wine, laughter, things said and things unsaid.  Then in verse 8, Zac speaks up: “Look, Lord! Here and now I give half of my possessions to the poor, and if I have cheated anybody out of anything, I will pay back four times the amount.”

Wait, where did that come from?  What made Zacchaeus have a change of heart and a wanting to change his ways.  Simply, it was Jesus.  Time with Him.  You see if you and I, spend time with Jesus, we too will be moved.  And want to change some things about ourselves.  You see, in the first seven verses, Jesus says nothing to Zac about his tax collecting ways.  There is definitely a “time gap” between verse 6 and 8.  Perhaps, two or three hours.  Who knows, but I always wondered what Zacchaeus saw in Jesus during that time, that moved him so dearly.

    Was it how Jesus passed the ketchup (or the equivalent of at that time)?  Was it how He smiled across that table at the other guests?  Was it His lovely laugh?  Did He really just Light up the room?  It may have just been how He shown genuine interest in the people around Him.  Some He knew already and others He hadn’t yet.  Luke doesn’t tell us.  I’d like to think, though, that’s how Jesus was.  The Light of the World was the life of the party too.  And once anyone spends time with Him, they change.  For the better.

You know that saying?  “Preach the gospel, use words if necessary.”  This is classic case of that!  Jesus didn’t preach at the meal.  He just hung out and enjoyed people.  I love that about Jesus.

    And when the time was right, He didn’t miss the opportunity either, to drop in a one line preach:

“Today salvation has come to this house, because this man, too, is a son of Abraham.  For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.”

Speaking of being lost… Let’s move to John 8: 1 – 11: https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%208%3A1-11&version=NLT

A woman caught in adultery, is hurled at the feet of Jesus.  There she is stooped, broken, ashamed.  Embarrassed.  What does Jesus do?  He stoops down to.  To meet her.  I love that.  Jesus meets us, where we are at.  (He is definitely not condoning her actions.  But He definitely doesn’t bring any condemnation either.)

    So, what did He write on the ground?  Who knows?  Well, someone does.  It’s the woman who was caught in adultery.  What was written or drawn for her, there in sand, was just between them.  Have you been caught out?  What would Jesus write in the sand for you?  Jesus is personal.  We as, readers, won’t know what Jesus “said” in that sand.  But that’s not for us to know.  We each have our own sand; we each have our own conversation with Jesus.  We may be stooped down, for now.  But we will rise, changed.

Did you also notice the position of Jesus?  Where was He standing?  He was standing in the firing line with her.  I love His challenge.  “Those without sin, cast the first stone.”  Very clever!  We’re all sinners.  We best be careful with how easily we want to throw stones…

    Again, I reiterate, where was Jesus standing?  If some of the onlookers thought they had no sin and decided to toss a stone or two – it’s likely they would have hit Jesus too.  Interesting dilemma.  Again, I just love how intentional Jesus is.  Always.

The woman is spared.  And again, Jesus says the right words and the right time.  Such grace!

    “And Jesus said, “Neither do I. Go and sin no more.”

He challenges her to live a different life.  But once we meet Jesus. Once He becomes our friend.  There is something about Him.  Our life is changed, for the better, for good.

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“How to chat?”

Yesterday, I was taken aback by an advert for a TV show. “How to chat?” Is this for real?

Their slogan: Britain Get Talking.

https://www.itv.com/hub/the-how-to-chat-show/10a1381

This makes me sad, but ALSO excited! Finally, there is a generation, deciding that THIS NATION needs to talk again. To chat.

Essentially, to be human!

Too often, I have the locals say, “We’re British, it’s just the way it is.” BUT… that’s often an excuse, that I believe some hide behind…

So Britain – YES, YES, YES… let’s chat again!!!

We can start with smaller things:

1) Look up when approaching people.
2) Greet people.
3) Or greet them back!!
4) Ask questions.
5) Don’t need to be so apologetic all the time.
6) You are allowed to talk to strangers in public and in queues. Not every stranger is a criminal!

Let’s chat!

Posted in Inspirational & Observations from Life, Travel & Explore

From one country to another. (A cycle adventure of 306km)

The idea started with a conversation with Peter. He said I sounded tired. And that perhaps a good stint of leave would be good for me. He said to me “why not ride to Wales or something? Make it a pilgrimage (not sure if he said that part?)”

So I booked the leave and planned the journey, loosely.
I told a friend that I wanted to do it as a sort of pilgrimage. On the day I left, she sent me this verse, I quite like it:

So here are some thoughts and itinery of my 6 days away:

DAY 1 (Mon 10th May 2021)
Browns Wood, Milton Keynes – Finstock, Cotswolds (86.63km)

The days before, I was watching the weather frequently and seeing it change constantly (something that is constant in the UK is the inconsistency of the weather). I had an idea of either setting off early (around 7am) or perhaps 9am (after the morning traffic.)
Again, another plan, I held on to, loosely. Be what may.
I woke up around 5am. I guess i was just excited. I packed my sandwiches, made the coffee for my flask. Just before 7am, I was set. And this predicted “bad weather” was nowhere in sight. Yay!
So, I decided I would take full advantage and headed out. I felt good, getting through this side of MK, quickly and out into new area for me (riding wise).
My first coffee stop was a little shelter near a village called Chetwood. It was as if, the shelter was expecting me:

I was feeling fresh at that point. 38km in. (i think before my usual staff meeting at 10:30, I had already done 56km.)
Cycling by the rapeseed fields was absolutely pretty:

I felt truly blessed with how the weather had turned out for me. As you can see, from the above pictures, the sky was blue!! But then, between 40 and 50km, entering Bicester, the heavens opened. I was totally drenched. Head to toe. I even had puddles in my socks. But I felt alive, it didn’t stress me. I just pressed on. And then, amazing, the sun came out in all it’s fullness. (I actually was fully dry on arriving to my first night’s stop.)

So thankful for how waterproofed these pannier bags were

The woods near Kirtlington were pretty.
I had my lunch stop at 75km in Church Hanborough.
I arrived a lot earlier than expected. 1pm. Thankfully, the host of the AirBnB was willing to let me check in earlier. That was perfect! I could unpack and rest my body.

(I noticed there was a little niggle in my right knee at around 60km. I had felt that pain before on other rides, so I wasn’t too bothered.)

I had the greatest nap. But then, do you think, I would rest? (Not a chance.) There was a little village to explore and geocaches to find.
And plus a pub meal and pint in one of the Cotswolds villages sounded perfect…

On entering the Cotswolds area, I noted how hilly it got and how quiant and cute the little villages were. Stone buildings.
I was thinking about my approach to this whole adventure thing. The word “pilgrimage” also came to mind. I didn’t want to have an agenda to the trip. I just wanted to achieve my goal. To ride to Cardiff. But I didn’t close off the idea that God would show me something or speak to me in this pilgrimage. But that was up to Him.
I did think it would be fitting to read the book by Paulo Coelho called Pilgrimage.
(Not the best book, I decided by the end of the week, but I did take a few lessons from it.)

it really did seem that God was favouring me with mostly good weather on that first day when it was forecasted to have a lot of rain…

So back to that afternoon: I ended up walking 14km to various pubs hoping for a pint and something to eat… turns out most pubs are closed on Mondays. So I was getting hangry.
And I could feel a blister starting to form under my foot. Aargh!!
(I had to give in, and order pizza using Just Eat) If anyone knows me well, will know that I despise Just Eat – probably because I have heard the adverts so much and it annoys me that Snoop Dogg has sold out to sing jingles… so lame!!

The blister for me was like my first “trial” on my pilgrimage. How would I respond? Would I let frustration take over?
Finally the pizza came around 20:30. I put on a film. (Mile 22 with Mark Walberg)

That night I slept with books.
There were ar least 200 books on shelves all around me in that room.

Day 1 was good. Thank you Jesus.

DAY 2 (Tues 11th May 2021)
Finstock – Swindon (58.10km)

Knowing this was the shortest day, I had a sense of trying to slow down. But I felt like I wanted to race against the weather… I didn’t really want to be caught in the rain. I could go slower and wander and explore… but in the rain… it’s a bit limiting…

So again, I left early-ish from the Cotswolds… 8:20am. I did add a loop that went in the Cotswolds. A beautiful start to the day. Green and quiet.
I was definitely shown favour with the weather again. (Thank you God, so kind.)
Only got a bit of spitting rain for about 10 minutes. Not even drizzle…

On day two, my right knee starting hurting, only 10km in. (I didn’t want to worry my parents about that.) But I pressed on cautiously. I kept praying about. (At the end of the day, I would Google symptoms and see what it is.) – After finding a helpful article, basically saying after “going from zero to hero” – your body will tell you: ‘hang on, take it easy!’ (Also the article suggested leg exercises which I did from Tues night onwards. That made all the difference!)

I did think though, how with worry and lack of knowledge one can fret unnecessarily about things. (A lesson I learnt on this pilgrimage)

I reminded myself of my focus: “10 km at a time.” Just focus on the ride like that.
I finally got my beer at the end of this day in a pub called The Messenger. And a plate of delicious curry flavoured chips:


I arrived at the Armstrong’s residence at 2pm. Jacky and the kids arrived after 3pm.
So I had an hour to unwind and lie down in the sun baked conservatory. My body welcomed that! Kings of Leon as the background soundtrack.

Great afternoon / evening catching up with Jacky and the kids. (Missed Ed though.)
Beer, fire, wors and good conversation. Thankfully, I could say, my body had had time to rest, after day two’s ride.
Here is a highlight reel of that second day:

Day 3 (Wed 12th May 2021)
Swindon – Severn Beach (86.62km)

My leg felt hundreds today!! I really did “relax the ride” and just take it easy and really take in the scenery around me. Again, the weather was epic! Also, I left early again. Just after 7am. I was anxious to get out of the city (Swindon). Thankfully, there was no need to fret, in Swindon I was 90% of the time on little bike trails going through the city, avoiding the busy morning traffic.

The countryside outside the city is stunning! The Quiet. The Open spaces.
I rode past a forest that had Blue Bells strewn across the floor, basking in the sunshine:

I entered England’s longest village: Brinkworth (that’s what the sign claimed!) “The village is sometimes described as the longest in England although others such as Meopham, Kent make the same claim.” (Wikipedia)

My first stop at 28km was outside, a cute little church in a small village named Garsdon. Was so glad, I had packed a flask for my adventure:

This was my favourite day of riding! I saw so much the day. From long quiet stretches:

Here are short hand notes I jotted down in the day:

Just cycled a nice stretch, seemingly along a ridge / or highest part of the area, so beautiful to peer to the valley to the left.
Stunning hills and open spaces.
This stretched has been so secluded. I’ve loved it. No-one for miles.
Feeling relaxed

I truly felt so chuffed that my legs weren’t hurting anymore and that I had had no hassles so far. No punctures or any other bike problems. And third day in, and the weather was still being kind to me. And I was also making good time, without even feeling rushed.

Lunch stop in a small village, West End at 62km into my trip.

Then at 76km I stopped for a pint in Old Down.
Only 8.5km left but this pub is so quaint…definitely worth the stop:

“Thank you Jesus!
I’ve loved this ride.
Great sights. Great spirit.”

I arrived by 2pm. It was nice to chill with Carol and just to chat and catch up. I loved my cosy room. The forecasted rain arrived at 4 or 5pm and had set in, so it seemed. But I wasn’t feeling nervous for the next day. ‘I’ll just take it as it comes.’
My Accommodation in Cardiff cancelled. I had to make a new plan – I’m glad it didn’t stress me out. That showed that I’m was in a good space. 🙂

Some photo highlights:

Day 4 (Thurs 13th May 2021)
Severn Beach, England – Cardiff, Wales (74.75km)

I knew the 4th day was a shorter journey (I had 60km in my head. As you can see it was 15km longer. Oops). But I chose to only leave at 10am. So, this morning greeted with me gentle drizzle. I was up, alert and awake for another day – but first I headed for a little stroll around Severn Beach. (Always time to look for a geocache or two.) Some yummy eggs on toast. Then we bid our farewells and I was off, for my last day. Crossing the Severn Bridge was epic! it’s about 2km long.
And then went I entered Wales, it just felt so surreal. It seemed greener. The first bit, I rode in, was very much farmlands, a typical Wales experience.
Some parts on the day was a bit windy. I had to cycle head on through some wind.
My first stop at 17km, tucked in, along one of the farm lanes:

I loved how the hedges were taller than me at some parts of today’s ride. At times, it did feel like “I was in the middle of nowhere.”

“Before Newport, I cycled through a rather “industrious” feeling area called Solar Park.
Reminded me of Holland, lots of little rivers / canals and very green and flat. Except a lot of the rivers today were covered in slime / moss. And instead of windmills there were powerline towers instead.”


I had my last stop and lunch stop in Newport. (I wasn’t too impressed with this town – felt very industrial and common.)
Then I could sense the rain would be coming…

So I headed off for the last 25km in the drizzle. By the time, I got to Cardiff, I was drenched. My legs were a bit sore and the wet weather had dampened my spirit a little.
With just 6km, I heard something rattling on my bike. Thankfully, I wasn’t going too fast.. my pannier rack came loose.. the bags fell off. So there I was, on the pavement, in the rain – repairing the bracket. Surprisingly I was quite calm, not frustrated. (This was another good sign that I was in a good place on this adventure.) I had my google maps, speaking the navigating to me for the last bit (the rain was chucking it down at that point) so I had to strain to hear the directions – then just as I arrived my battery died, but to get the door codes, I had to find a little shelter and put my phone on charge for five minutes. Then, I could in.

I had arrived by 4pm. I spent the next while, taking all my wet things, clothes and bike bags and hanging them all around my room to dry out. The room was alright. Functional.

That night I ate at the local Wetherspoons on the waterfront. A beer and burger went down well. Grabbed some cereal, milk and body wash from a Tesco local on the way back to my room.

Why not flip through my deck of photos from that day:

Day 5 (Friday 14th May 2021)
A day in Cardiff (26km on foot)

I didn’t rush the day. But weirdly each day, this week, I was always up between 5am and 6am. (Crazy, right?)
So, I found a website with places to see in Cardiff for free. So, I plotted a route for the day: City centre, (looking out for street art too), Cardiff Castle, Bute Park, Llandlaff Cathedral, the rugby stadium, a walk along the Taff River (Taff Embankment), then to the Docks at the Waterfront, The Senedd, Wales Millenium Centre, the Norwegian Church Arts Centre and perhaps also walk along the Cardiff Bay Trail.

I left my room, just before 8pm and by 12:30, I had already walked 14km and had found a few geocaches, seen where Roald Dahl lived and even had a sausage bap and coffee at the castle.

I then had a midday recharge – for my phone and me. (After all, how great are these loooong days!) So I read some, whilst my phone charged. then I headed out for part II of my tour of the city. By the end if the day I had done 26km of walking. (Madness!) But I truly felt like I got to see the city. I saw the touristy things and also the “off the beaten path” scenes. I had the same sense I had when I visited Buenos Aires (in 2017) for two weeks – I felt like I was a local. Doing everyday stuff. The Cardiff Bay trail was beautiful. I loved seeing the marinas and also sights of the bay. By the end of the day, I had covered a lot of ground, physically and soulfully. My Toms (shoes) had done their bit. My heart felt full and satisfied. Grateful.

The city feels less claustrophobic than London.
I’m always reminded how I’m seeing this city as a tourist… and locals are array of feelings.
Some tired from a long week.
Some are lonely.
Some are falling in love.
Some are just making ends meet.
Some are excited for the weekend.
Some take this for granted.

At the end of the day, I sat at Hubbox. A place that specializes in burgers and beers. Sounds perfect, right? Yep it was! Their local beers were so delicious!! So smooth.

(Maybe, I was just that thirsty, after that much mileage.)

Flip, those seagulls outside my windows were so flipping annoying!! (haha!)

Day 6 (Saturday 15th May 2021) – The way back…
The train trip back.

I finished the book. (The Pilgrimage – Paulo Coelho) – I sneakily left it on the train with the simple prayer, that the person was meant to read the book, would pick it up and be encouraged.

By the way, it was so good to be on a train again, just gazing out the window. England is a beautiful country!

The bummer thing of the day, was wearing a mask for most of the day – on the platform for two hours. And then on the train itself for another three hours. (I can’t wait till life without masks.)

Riding only 9.5km back home from the train station, was a breeze! 😉



A Disclaimer: I find that I have this weird and annoying habit of switching tense when I write. Sorry about that.


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A day full of God

I know that each day is a day full of God.
Psalm 118:24 reminds us of that,
This is the day that the Lord has made…

But yesterday, I was just more aware of it.
I felt more content.
I noticed more things, as if the scales from my eyes were removed.

The current bible plan I’m doing with my cousin, started it off.
God can use daily routined things to chip away lies or unhelpful beliefs in your life.
God is teaching me (again) to trust Him.

Then a walk with a good friend.
He and I talked and noticed things.
Paused for lunch.
The whole time together was brilliant! There wasn’t just two of us. There a third. A sense of God with us.
We were present to the moment.

I prayed that God would show Chris a black squirrel. He heard my prayer. He didn’t just show us one. But two 🐿

Then our homegroup session with the young adults felt so inspired. Lots of pearls of wisdom and gems of thoughts were shared. A godly community, spurring one another on.

“They say Aslan is on the move.”

Speaking of Inspired,
I finished the Rachel Held Evans book.
What an inspiring book!

I felt reminded and ready to continue serving God.
Relearning and unlearning things.

To share the gospel,
the power of Story
to all I mingle with.

I’m privileged to be part of something so much bigger.

God is doing is something.

So as the day drew to an end, head on my pillow, exhausted.
I also felt grateful and alive.

It was a day full of God.
A day where manna fell from the sky.
I noticed.

Who knows what the next day will bring?
Will i grumble like the Israelites … who after seeing such a remarkable miracle… “forget it”

I pray, I realise, each day…
God is more in it.
I just need to open my eyes.
Open my heart.

They say Aslan is on the move.
Yes, He is.

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Hay, there is something about you.

It’s so unusual, how random thoughts come visiting our minds. As I lay in bed, last night, my mind drifted to the world of horses. Well, rather, my recent encounters with them.
There is a calmness in seeing horses. I love going for walks. Especially in the countryside and in open spaces. Sometimes, we are treated to seeing a couple of horses, if our route happened to meander past a farm or paddock. I am no expert, but I know one can’t approach a horse with an angry or nervous demeanour. They come to the fence, with curiosity. A soulful moment stroking a horse, and whsipering to it. They don’t ask for respect, but it something we do anyway. There is a grace and a power about them. One kick by them would probably shatter a few bones or leave us crippled.

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Lent 47 – Ask Better Questions (It’s Easter!)

He
is
Risen!


He said of himself: “That He has come that they may have life and life to the full.”

Ask yourself:
Are you living out that full life?
If not, what is stopping you?
Fullness being 100% – what percentage would you rate yourself?

(Now those are better questions!)

I have a feeling we’re just scraping at the surface….

As Paul said of Jesus: “Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine”

This is what we’re invited into to. Now, that’s what I am talking about!

Happy Easter!

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Lent 46 – The ‘in between’ day

The sun will still rise and set.
The dog still needs walking
We still need bread and milk
The still of the day will be evaded by the busyness

Do you ever wonder what happened on that Saturday?
After Good Friday.
The One they loved so much
Was dead
But still, He said something about the third day?
That the Son of Man, would rise? (Impossible!)

They never had the luxury of the “in between” day
They didn’t know that THAT Sunday was coming!
We know how the story ends
We know that Son will rise. (Possible!)