Sunday, 28 May 2017


Update: Yes, plain prayers is back! Since my SBLPA preacher profile (attached) was last updated so much has happened. My wife gave birth to baby Ezra. Our beautiful blessing from God. Our friendship with Bristro Craigmillar Parish, Community Church and Central Baptist has grown. They have all blessed us so much. Links community is on an extended break just now so we are less involved there. Due to work and family life the food bank and prayer Pastors for Street Pastors have been put on the back burner for now. But I continue to explore God's calling on my life. One of which is clearly to seek to be a good Father and Husband. Please pray God would help me in this. Work with Redwoods continues as do thoughts about further into the future. Pray that God will continue to use me in Redwoods and show me His way for the future also. Thanks and God bless.

Saturday, 27 May 2017

Joy in the morning

"No weapon formed against me shall prosper." This verse is often used in a triumphant way. As if to say "nothing can ever go wrong or hurt us in life, God is with us." However, Hebrews 11 speaks of people literally cut to pieces for the faith. What if the verse actually means come what may in this life, Christ conquered death, we followers are immortal and blessed with eternity. "Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning."

Friday, 26 May 2017

Be Still

Once there was an old man who took his grandson a walk in the countryside. The old man's face was creased with wrinkles. Like the rings inside an ancient log tree, each signified age and wisdom. The man, to the boys surprise stopped suddenly. He was calm, so calm the boy didn't feel it right to interrupt this moment of solititude. "Listen", the old man said. The boy listened. At first he could hear nothing but his own racing thoughts. "Truly listen", the man said sensing the boys difficulty. So he tried again. He closed his eyes, took a breath and opened them again. "I hear it", he whispered. They both fell silent again and listened  to the gentle winds and the birds in the trees, and further a field the beautiful sound of a babbling brook. Then they listened to silence itself. "This my child is real worship." "To Jesus?" "To Jesus." - DTH