May the breath of God find you in every valley where hope has grown thin. When the ground beneath you
feels scattered with dry bones and the silence seems deeper than prayer, may the quiet wind of the Spirit stir the dust of life again.
Lazarus has to do that for himself. He chooses to rise and return to the living, walking tentatively from the shadows towards the light.
Read moreThe message from Nigel and I is: go, share your experience, tell about what you’ve seen, testify to what you know to be true. Because whether you know it or not, or like it or not, you’re all preachers! You each have a story to tell, a testimony to give…
Read moreI used to play the piano at a nursery school, so that the children knew that music didn’t always come from a machine. There was a 3 year old who had major problems who called me Mrs. Piano and he was a gem…
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