Apologetics

Does God really have a say in the choices I make?

When I was young, I remember always having to ask my parents for permission to do anything at all. Can I go out with my friends? Can I attend this or that school programme? Somehow this habit...

Apologetics

Stirring Stale Waters: Finding joy in our baptism

The church service is underway. Congregation’s waiting. The pastor calls out a bunch of names including yours. You stand up and step forward. Questions are asked. Water is poured out… Or...

Life & Death

The kind of life I want

I was recently at a funeral wake of someone I’m not related to. My wife’s friend’s father. Let’s call him Uncle P. It was obvious that Uncle P was loved by his family,...

Faith

I’m taking my joy back

The longer I sat through the Church service, the more miserable I felt. Joy had been a stranger to me for quite awhile. I felt like I’d been robbed of it. God’s goodness was becoming a...

Apologetics

Don’t depend on the church to give you all the answers

Christianity is sometimes described as a metaphorical lens. C S Lewis wrote: “I believe in Christianity as I believe the sun has risen, not only because I see it, but because by it, I see...

Apologetics

On Joy: The darkest depths of despair, and the dangerous duty of delight

Joy? What joy? Minds overwhelmed, we rage, avenge and despair. Our fathers turned to booze. These days it’s mantras, happiness summits, self-improvement gurus, personality tests and...

Discipleship

Tools for your Quiet Time

I get it. Sometimes, you read the Bible, and characters like Enoch and Moses appear unrealistic – it feels like they’ve set a standard for spirituality I can’t reach, and it’s super...

Real Life, Real People

Where are you, my babies? Two lost children later, I finally became a mum

One midnight in April 1999, I was pushed into the operation theatre for an emergency operation. I was then 6 weeks pregnant. My first child was growing in my right fallopian tube and the tube was...

Singlehood

Redeeming broken dreams: A journey of spiritual motherhood

“Sometimes when I see kids running around, I imagine them as my own,” Deb remarks. She gazes into the distance through moist, red eyes. Coughing out a few girlish giggles, she quickly...