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Generational love

Generational love

Over the course of my life, I’ve been involved in many, and varied, organisations. One thing they all have in common is that they involved themselves in strategic planning processes, increasingly so as the world changes at a fast rate as we come out of COVID-19 and its effect..

  • The Jewishness of Jesus

    Let’s enter another world for a moment. A world that is often far removed from our own. An age that is from long ago, yet still resonates with us today. A time and culture that is so often foreign to us yet impacts our lives now.

  • Broken: When there is no miracle

    He prayed for me and I was immediately healed… If only that was the case for me.

  • The size of my faith

    The word conjures a religious picture in our minds. Believing in something bigger than us. Taking a leap into the unknown. We think of spiritual giants like David and Abraham. More often than not, faith is painted as a colossal spiritual accomplishment. 

  • Wait

    Too many times in our lives, we are in a hurry. 

  • Losing our freedom?

    “No, I couldn’t live there,” commented a single woman after she returned from an overseas country. “There’s razor wire on the top of all the fences; even though the families live in a compound, when they go to visit someone else in their compound they have to lock their doors.

  • Small is big

    There was much excitement recently in Auckland when American multinational membership-only big-box retailer Costco opened its first New Zealand retail store. It had been long delayed due to COVID construction holdups, and much excitement had been built for several years.

  • Where’s my sock?

    English is a difficult language when we get into some of its intricacies. For example, English has a bunch of homophones, words that sound the same but are different.

  • Here and now

    I don’t belong here. I don’t belong there. Where do I belong?

  • Broken: The journey to recovery

    The tumble took a toll on my foot. I remembered honestly answering no, I was not okay and I needed some help. Instantaneously, I knew I had injured myself and that I was hurt.

  • Why fathers matter

    I was waiting at the airport with my five-year old son. We were meeting his Dad, returning from a visit to his elderly father in another city.

  • Your children will rise up and call you blessed

    Three. That’s the number of times I woke up last night.