Wailing to Dancing, the Son has Risen

“Can he do that even now, though?” I asked, lifting my head to look at The James a little better. We had just read a Psalm together and it spoke of God having turned wailing into dancing and it seemed to be like the Psalmist was in a world of the past and we only… Continue reading Wailing to Dancing, the Son has Risen

Two Picnics, Worlds Away

There was a picnic in a park to celebrate Easter. Christians getting together as God’s family, playing and laughing and enjoying each other’s company whilst celebrating their saviour. It seems to be a mirror of my own Sunday. After church a group of us stayed around and got chicken and chips. There was an Easter… Continue reading Two Picnics, Worlds Away

“I wont be a slave to a god that doesn’t exist”

“I won’t be a slave to a god that doesn’t exist.” In high school, most of my bags were messenger bags of a light colour so that I could write all over them. One of them had a Slipknot lyric scrawled at the bottom of it. It was my way of proclaiming to my Christian… Continue reading “I wont be a slave to a god that doesn’t exist”