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Category: God speaks

  • God’s whisper

    A member of our church lent me a book recently. Then, at a Ministers’ meeting, a fellow Baptist Minister shared that he had read this book and found it very helpful. I have often found that when ‘coincidences’ like that happen God is trying to get my attention. So I listened. I continued reading the…

  • biting off more than you can over-reach

    Have you ever had the feeling that you have bitten off more than you can chew? The sense that you have over-reached yourself? That you are batting further up the order than you should be? The feeling that you are a fraud and are about to get found out? I had that sensation last week. We…

  • when I’m calling you oo oo oo oo oo oo

    “If you can be happy doing anything else, do it!” Those were the encouraging words of my Minister when I spent some time talking with him as a teenager who was exploring the possibility that God wanted me to be a Minister too. He was trying to express to me how it is crucial to…

  • >199 not out

    >I have just noticed that this is the 199th blog entry I have made. I mention that not because I deserve a medal (my readers deserve that if they have read all 199) but because I am astonished at how much drivel I have managed to pour out into the blogisphere since I started. Nearly…

  • Church meetings

    Church Meeting tonight. They seem to come around quicker and quicker. I have to say that they are a pleasure at our church. (I have to say it because it is true, not because someone is forcing me to or because it’s my job to enjoy them). There’s a sense of family and a desire…

  • resonance

    We have a small radio that moves around the house with us at different times of the day. The channel changes according to time of day too. It starts off with Radio 4 when Sally gets up and then changes to Radio 2 or 5 when she leaves the room and I have taken over.…

  • what goes on in your head in the night?

    Yesterday I had a really good idea for a blog entry. Or at least I thought it was a good idea. Today I can’t remember anything about it, except that it seemed like a good idea. It’s so frustrating. It’s as if during my night’s sleep the internal white board on which I write the important…