Two women were heading to the worst part of the city to pray. They had a few used purses filled with necessary items that they were going to give to the women living on the streets. When they first arrived in this part of the city they spent the first while worshipping in a small church in the area. This had been the habit of these women for some time.
At the end of this time of worship and as they were leaving the church a man came up to them and directed them, urgently pointing, “You must call emergency services. You must call emergency services, there is a man who has fallen down.”
Continue reading Called Out
It is Mothers Day today. A day which always brings me to introspection and thoughts that I don’t think every other day of the year.
I am aware today of the many moms out there, my own Mom, my oldest daughter as she raises her two little boys, my sister and my sis-in-law, my friends and the many women whose stories I hear in the course of the work that I do.
Continue reading As a Woman, As a Mom
It was maybe our tenth crusade. We were becoming fairly disenchanted with these endeavours – set up camp with loudspeakers and mic, sing and dance (not us, but others) and then share then gospel as best we could, with perhaps a few responders, maybe, if it was a good day.
This time was little different. The crowd was 90% those from the church and most others hung back around the edges. Personally, I have little patience for such affairs. While in church I can give a great sermon I am never quite sure what to bring to main street village, Uganda.
So this particular day the three of us were groaning our way toward yet another few hours spent trying to entice people to come to Jesus. And then, the day was saved by a most unlikely character. HIs name was Wilson.
Continue reading And Then There Was Wilson
(Re-blogged from Capturing Courage International)
The son had asked for the inheritance from his father and had gone his way. Into the city and to nightclubs he had squandered his father’s wealth and lifetime earnings ending up broke and starving and sharing food alongside pigs at their trough.
Coming to his lowest point and to the end of himself he reasoned that being a servant on his father’s farm would be better than the pig pen where he now was and so he begins the trek home.
Continue reading Sulha – Initiatives of Peace Run All Through Scripture and we Find are the Very Foundation of God’s Heart Toward Us
There is no way through to healing and wholeness without honestly acknowledging hurt.
Hurt comes before healing.
Seems obvious but do we really get this, and are we willing to engage this unto healing.
Engaging hurt leads to healing.
Allowing hurt to penetrate gives way to options that only open up after the pain.
Recognizing how deeply we have been hurt over something is the only way to come through to the other side where the hurt does not own us any longer.
Continue reading What are We Missing Out On?
I’ve really come to appreciate those who can wrestle things through.
Over the course of my last years I’ve moved in ways, made decisions, stepped into things that have been challenging on a number of different levels for those around me.
Now these things were challenging to myself as well but I did my wrestling and due diligence before the Lord in secret really, just between myself and God is where my wrestling took place, and long before the effects began to show on the surface of my life.
Continue reading Wrestling Alongside Each Other
I’ve just written a new Capturing God’s Heart over at our Capturing Courage site – you can find it HERE – about accepting grace and remaining in grace.
Now grace is a tricky thing. What is it really and how do we know we have it?
The best I can do is paint a picture of the kind of life that has not found grace and the kind of life that has.
Continue reading The Way of Grace