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.
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.
What I always thought was a journey between mum and me has all along included a third person, who is constant, who is on our side and who has a plan for us that far outweighs any idea or dream we could make up for ourselves.
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.
I was picking up the message without being forced or coerced, unaware that it was happening. Looking back, at some of my darkest times, a song has started in my mind that, at some point in my life, he put there.
I was sitting in church doing my knitting this morning (I can knit and worship, can’t I?) and pondering my intern year, which has been the focus of my attention for some time now. What if the church hired a textile intern? My Uni friend Sarah, once pondered a similar idea, what if architects hadContinue reading “The Church – An unusual placement”