Tolerance

I’ve been watching an Unfortunate Series of Events on Netflix lately because I remember loving the book series as a kid. Perhaps being drawn to a series that specifically warns you not to read it because it will be very unhappy should have been a red flag, but oh well. One of [the villain] Count... Continue Reading →

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God’s Plan, My Plan

(This concept is also known as predestination, but that word is scary and has too many connotations, so I'm going to ask we start with a blank page.) The last time I was in a relationship, I was old enough to be thinking about marriage and young enough to know it would never work. Despite... Continue Reading →

Comfortable

It's been about three days since I got back from a Christian training camp in Canberra, and I haven't written about it. Partially I think that lies in not knowing what to say, despite the usual burning desire to get something reflective out of it. Partially it might be in being afraid to say it.... Continue Reading →

Trusting God

Everyone has stories of times when they trusted someone and were let down. A few spring to mind for me, from someone literally just letting me fall during a trust exercise, or twice in my life when boys have pulled the chairs out from underneath me as I was about to sit down. However, one... Continue Reading →

The Christian Feminist

Do you believe that women should be equal to men? If you said yes, you're a feminist.  [Sorry if you were getting ready to fight me, it's actually quite a simple principle.] Feminism isn't like a meringue- with precise measurements, and needing a lot of whipping into the perfect white shape. It's more like being... Continue Reading →

The Empty Pews

   Last year I got to meet a Christian lady from Pakistan. She said where she's from, people crowd in rented tents just to hear the gospel, until they are spilling out of the doors. Here, in what is known as a Christian country, we have beautiful buildings, and a freedom to believe what we... Continue Reading →

If I Have Not Love

I’m standing in the middle of the room, seven girls in bed around me, reading 1 Corinthians 13, and one makes a farting noise with her mouth. I ignore it and continue. Another girl [her friend] calls out that I said something that sounded like a swear word. I’m about to raise my voice when... Continue Reading →

Psalm 77

I cried out to God for help; I cried out to God to hear me.  [Where are you? I'm hurt! I'm banging on heaven's door.] When I was in distress, I sought the Lord; At night I stretched out untiring hands, and I would not be comforted. [I've called out to you until my throat... Continue Reading →

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