“May the bridges I burn light the way forward”
– Unknown
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Oh dear, I feel a peeve coming on…..
One of those things I find irritating is the verbiage commonly adopted by many Christians, because when speaking to others that are not part of, or involved with any institutional church, these expressions basically make little sense. I understand that any group of people regularly spending time together for whatever reason will develop a vocabulary… Continue reading
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Options & Expectations
The post explores the interplay between medical intervention and faith-based healing, suggesting that modern society’s reliance on medicine can diminish one’s ability to fully embrace divine healing. It argues that believers should shift their mindset from expecting sickness to realizing their inheritance of health in Christ, emphasizing proactive faith over reactive healing. Continue reading
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Life, Death & Healing: Then and Now
From time to time I have pondered how it is that so many believers from generations past appeared to receive a healing more easily, when people of this day and age so often do not. Even in these modern times, believers in countries we label ‘third world’ appear to have a better capacity to receive… Continue reading
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No One Gets Out Alive
This is the second post in my Life, Death & Healing series. You can find the first one here if you missed it. We live in a world where for most people, getting sick or feeling unwell means a trip to the doctor – and we do this for a few reasons. One, being sick… Continue reading
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Life, Death and Healing – an introduction
Healing always seems to be such a popular, yet controversial topic amongst Christians. Well, that and tithing. But ever since I was baptised with the Spirit of God and read through the New Testament, the phrase “and they were all healed” kept jumping out at me. Consequently, healing is something I’ve given a great deal… Continue reading
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Ah, to be in the bush!
Stepping from the noise of my vehicle and the Creedence Clearwater Revival tune that had been playing, I am greeted by the noisy quiet of the bush; by birdsong and the sound of the breeze as it plays through the shrubs and graceful eucalypts. I marvel that even though so many things are in motion… Continue reading
no punches pulled 