Stories lighten the journey. We must tell, and retell them to honour ourselves, each other, and our God.
Along the way, there are ideas to wrestle with, beliefs to form, and what we decide directs our daily steps.
Our journey is beautiful. Emotions colour our days, and dark nights contrast with sun-spangled mornings.
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In the pages of everybody’s memory book, there’s bound to be a little circle of people (call them friends if you like, though they didn’t always act like it) that knew your coming of age. They’re the girls you did VBS with, comparing sandals…
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How does the Holy Spirit work? Sunday was Pentecost, the day set aside to remember the coming of the Holy Spirit. Did we even notice? In the day-to-day ordinary of forking down eggs and jotting down plans and building up a life, God’s Spirit remains unseen.