Last week I made the worst mistake an artist/crafter/creative could ever make.
Is there a line between tasteful and sinful?
Friday I came home from hospital after a week of being on the covid ward. But Friday also marked a special day, 18 years of sobriety. I often wonder whether still counting the years is worth it, I mean, after all this time the chances of me wandering off for a bottle of vodka isContinue reading “18 years image”
Whether the story is about miracles, or giving what little you have or that we can feed the world if we all share, it’s a story worth telling.
Having little ones in my life has made me question how we can tell the Bible stories better.
“It really doesn’t matter what you do with us, Lord. Just have your own way with our lives.”
After a few days of inactivity, the words of an old Salvation Army chorus came to me and what my dad had instilled in me throughout my life, came into effect.
A few little things have happened recently that have brought back an old gripe of mine. That old feeling that as a Christian artist, one of the hardest hurdles is finding a sense of belonging in the church.
Turning sketches into flags
After the band have played the last note, the choir have sat down, the sermon done, the Amen said… the prayer shawl continues on and travels with the person in need.