Anybody know what time it is?

Anybody know what time it is?

It’s now been seven days since the disciples watched as Jesus abruptly stopped talking, glanced upward as if hearing someone call his name, grinned happily, lifted his hands like a small child wanting to be picked up, and was raised up into the sky, into a cloud, then...
A life map

A life map

Apart from his family’s middle-of-the-night, harried escape from Herod into Egypt, when he was too little to remember, Jesus’ rural Galilean upbringing was mostly uneventful. At the very least it was unrecorded. He would have spent part of his boyhood playing with his...
The joy of gift-giving

The joy of gift-giving

“What did I do to deserve this?” This question could be a whining complaint about the ills which have befallen someone. Or, equally, it could be the Apostle Paul’s bewilderment at finding himself blessed, protected, provided for, included, etc., in God’s plan of...
My All-in-All

My All-in-All

We might call them Johnny-on-the-spot or say that they always give 150% to a task. We might say they can be always be counted on, always the first to show up and the last to leave, if they say they’ll do something, you can be sure it will get done and done well. If...
More and Less

More and Less

It was an overflow dining room with high ceilings, concrete floors, large windows and the brightest of acoustics. Designed for senior citizens, many of them in wheelchairs, the space suited perfectly. But our school had obtained permission to use it as a lunchroom for...