I picked up a book at an Op Shop this morning called Diary of Kenneth MacRae (no point wasting all that printing on a leading “The”). As far as I’m aware I’d never previously heard of Kenneth
I had something of a revelation this morning about how I view God. I tend to see or treat God like a petrol station. You pull up, fill up and then drive away to get on with life. But the idea came to
Warning, very mild horror story ahead! I woke up with a start at around 1:15 this morning when a bug fell into my ear. I tried to shake it away and push it off but it obviously felt the safest place

I'm currently working my way through reading Mark's gospel. I read a bit, write comments on verses or ideas that strike me, read a bit more, write a bit more. Once I've identified three or four ideas