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Yesterday’s shooting of Charlie Kirk has left me compelled to write, not as a political statement, but as a Christian wrestling with grief, anger, and sorrow for our world. I never agreed with Charlie on everything. Few of us ever agree with anyone completely. But I respected him. I respected his courage to sit across
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What does it mean to be loved by God when we are at our worst? The story of Hosea and Gomer isn’t just an ancient account of heartbreak and betrayal—it’s a divine illustration of God’s relentless, redemptive love for us. In this post, we explore how Hosea’s call to marry an unfaithful woman reveals the…
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What if the greatest threat to your spiritual life isn’t sin, but distraction? In the story of Mary and Martha, Jesus gently corrects a hardworking woman not for doing something bad, but for missing something better. In this post, we explore what it means to choose “the good portion”—to sit at the feet of Jesus…
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“I will follow you wherever you go.” Bold words spoken to Jesus in Luke 9. But how often do we say similar things without really thinking them through? In this post, I explore what it means to follow Jesus—not just in theory, but in reality. From the hilarity of overconfident running attempts to the sobering…
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What if the power of God isn’t always found in thunder or fire—but in something as simple and constant as your breath? This Trinity Sunday, explore the mystery of God as Father, Son, and Holy Spirit through the gentle, profound symbols of wind and breath. Whether you’re a seasoned believer or still figuring out what…
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In this blog, my wife, Becky writes about her experiences over the last year. She shares her personal experiences of what it has been like being a minsters wife and having a third child. This brave and unique account offers insight into the experiences of someone often overshadowed by her husbands work.
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I didn’t become a Christian by going to church. I started going out of what I’d now call spiritual insurance. You know, just in case. I figured if I clocked in enough Sunday hours, maybe I’d earn some favour at the pearly gates. Like St. Peter would be standing there with a clipboard going, “Alright


