As children, we are convinced, naturally, that we’re the centre of life’s story. We demand attention without rationale or reasoning, and are egocentric by design. As we grow older, we start to assess and validate the life stories of others. We become more able to celebrate our friends, and the things they contribute to our… Continue reading What’s your dominant life narrative?
During my tumultuous teenage years, I fondly remember my older brother encouraging me, in his caring and gentle way, to just “be myself”. I loved that he believed that being myself was worth being, if you know what I mean. I didn’t have to be anyone but me, and all this entailed. Sometimes it’s hard… Continue reading The danger of holding back our truest selves
What was the content of the last sermon you heard? The key points? The main message? What exactly did you take away from it? Sometimes it’s easy to question the effectiveness of a church sermon when we’re struggling to remember what it was even about. Sure, some bible talks are more coherent, well-structured and ‘powerful’ than others… But even the best… Continue reading Hearing God’s story impacts ours
Do you know the story about the starfish? Just in case you haven’t, here it is (author unknown): While walking along a beach, an elderly gentleman saw someone in the distance leaning down, picking something up and throwing it into the ocean. As he got closer, he noticed the figure was that of a young… Continue reading What’s your ‘starfish story’?
“I will give you hidden treasures, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the LORD, the God of Israel, who summons you by name.” (Isaiah 45:3) When we are doing the work of God, the battle is real. There are risks and challenges at every turn. There is tragedy,… Continue reading Riches stored in secret places
If you lived in Australia during the 1980s you’d be very familiar with the story of Lindy Chamberlain. The New-Zealand born Australian woman was camping in Uluru with her family in a public campground when, during the night, her nine-week-old daughter Azaria disappeared from their tent. Lindy had seen a dingo coming out of the tent,… Continue reading A morning with Lindy Chamberlain
We all have a story. It’s such an obvious statement, but I think we can forget that each person owns a series of yesterdays which influence their today. This simple truth hit home when I did some volunteer work a while ago. For a month I handed out food and chatted with some of the… Continue reading Our stories are important