A mangled tree all forlorn and dead, a snake creeping through the grass. Imagine a world with no sun, clouds every day and rain, such rain as the people who … Continue reading The snake, the trees and the river.

A mangled tree all forlorn and dead, a snake creeping through the grass. Imagine a world with no sun, clouds every day and rain, such rain as the people who … Continue reading The snake, the trees and the river.
“Sunday comes” Sunday comes, the troops march in, they sit in the same old places They go through the motions all are pleasant but fewer of the same old faces. … Continue reading Beyond Sunday
The gentle light casts its colourful glow over the morning. The night after the blood moon. The colours remind me of Jesus. They remind me of Jesus’ glory that is … Continue reading Day 271 When they saw Him, they worshiped Him; but some doubted.
The picture shows a wasp on a apple. These wasps were swarming all over the apples burrowing into them. Destroying all the goodness, and if you were anywhere near they … Continue reading Day 240 “I have loved you,” says the Lord. “Yet you say, ‘In what way have You loved us?’