There are some people that I struggle to like, let alone love.
They are those that preen.
Those who seem so full of their own self importance, strut around like peacocks, and who want everyone to notice them.
You can see it so obviously with some, whilst with others it’s more like a hidden agenda that they aren’t even consciously aware of.
Enter into my reading zone is the book Ego is the Enemy by Ryan Holiday.
There is a story in it that I have been pondering over. Continue reading
I’m amazed how prevalent depression is today.
As a church minister I’ve sat with people trying to find a way through the haze, and I’m astounded at how it can affect the very young, the very successful and the very healthy, alongside those in whom we’d more likely expect it.
Depression is a killer. It can also sometimes be a teacher.
When my mind is idle, it can flash back to incidents in my past that make me wince. Continue reading
It always happened.
After a relapse he would always say ‘I’ll never do that again, I’m trusting in Jesus to help me’.
Charged up by some sort of white knuckled determination and singing a few Jesus songs off he would go. Sure enough though his grit would grind out and he would crash back into the old behaviours.
You see he delighted in the feelings that flowed when in that place of escape.
Name your poison. Continue reading
The change was barely noticeable unless you knew them well enough to know that this was significant. It was a small change in their behaviour, a problem that had plagued them for most of their life, but now it was gone.
They wanted a miracle, like the over night delivery of a new brain, but this was actually kind of better. Small yes, significant YES.
It was always sad for me when people would come to me and project their anger on to me about God not healing them in miraculous fashion of their addiction, personality disorder, anxiety, depression etc.. Continue reading
When do you feel most fully alive?
That moment where you feel right on target, in the zone, on the peak of the wave. That time and place, even for the briefest of moments, where you know fully without any doubt that this is what you were meant for.
I want to be someone who is fully alive.
Wholeheartedly alive. Someone that others would say ‘He really knew how to dance a jig with Father, Son and Spirit’ Continue reading
I didn’t realise life would be such a fight.
I thought life was meant to be like a gentle stroll along a flower strewn pathway, chatting with best friends. Well that’s what I was designed for wasn’t I?
In reality though I am in a fight, and you are too.
We are unfinished creatures– longing, reaching, stretching towards fulfillment. We express these desires for completion in prayer. Eugene Peterson
When I started this journey of inching my way through the book of Nehemiah I believed that I would find some great nuggets of truth to help rebuild myself, and others. Those ‘5 simple tips to a better life’ that would sell like cold lemonade on blistering hot day.
Haven’t found them and I don’t believe I will. Continue reading
One of the most wonderful things you will ever witness is when someone does the hard work of change.
It maybe the challenge of overcoming the grip of an addiction. It might be the rebuilding of a life after a serious traumatic experience.
I think of those I know who have very serious mental illnesses, yet push on, do the work, and make progress in their lives that is significant for them. Continue reading
I don’t think I could ever be a politician.
I look at what politicians have to put up with and know I couldn’t handle it. Adulation one day, then a knife in the back the next.
All those negative voices. People wanting to tear you down, and being ready to do anything to achieve your destruction. It’s a dog eat dog world where the dogs are always on the scrounge for that tasty morsel they can trot out and display. Continue reading
I want to do it my way. I don’t need others help. I can rebuild my life and recover in my own strength. To admit that I need help is a sign of weakness. That I am just like them.
No, I am better than that. I will continue to hold on to that pride and resist any exposure and vulnerability to others lest I be considered weak and incapable.
Are you like this too? Continue reading
He could have said it was their problem to solve.
He could have told them what they should do.
He could have sat back and given out ‘good’ advice.
He could have done nothing and gone home.
Instead he owned the problem as if it was his own, because it actually was. Continue reading