When two women were killed…

When two women were killed…

Four weeks ago a sex worker was murdered in Christchurch, presumably by her ‘client.’ He is still being tracked down. .

  • On doing it “My Way”

    I cringe when I hear that another family has requested Frank Sinatra’s, “My Way,” for their loved one's funeral service

  • A year of no transactional love

    Imagine a year where everyone does, with no expectations of a return. Long gone are the days of I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine. A world where everybody does, for the benefit of the other.

  • Diversity of the Christian worldview

    It’s a new year! And with that comes a time of reflection and change. Reflections on what last year taught us. For me, it was a year of challenges as I discovered my fellow Christians are very diverse in thoughts and opinions (which is great!) but often this can create conflict and tension.

  • Healing rhythm of home

    In western culture there is a natural annual rhythm. Every December, no matter where you live or what you believe, you go home. Home to a people or a place that know your core.

  • Ministries of the layperson

    You don’t need to be a pastor or a missionary to be involved in some sort of ministry. In fact, God has given all of us certain types of ministry and calling that we cannot escape from: calling at home, vocation and the local church.

  • What I learnt from my baby

    It is a brand new year and I have been reflecting on what I learnt the past year. Interestingly, because I had been staying home to look after my little one, I had learnt a lot from him.

  • The importance of losing our religion

    The definition of religion is highly debated especially in a world where there are so many religions that look so different from each other. But, the Oxford Dictionary defines religion as “the belief in and worship of a superhuman controlling power.” 

  • The lessons never stop

    Have you ever noticed the divide between what you think and what you feel?

  • How I shed my quills

    I wasn’t always like this, I promise. No, who am I kidding. Of course I was. From the first irritated cry as I entered this world of discomfort to the sigh of stress I released just now, I have always been spiky.

  • Living a life of radical integrity

    I love summer reading. During that blissful period between Christmas and New Year’s when no one quite knows what day it is, I always speed through a couple of books.

  • Discovering joy

    At high school I remember studying The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway. Written post-WWI, it reveals the fragmentation and devastation caused by the Great War. In particular, it reflects the ‘disillusionment’ felt by many during that time, a worldview known as modernity.