Child, “I think I am going to Hell!” I reply “Really? You would choose to go to hell? Why would anyone do that?” If you could travel to heaven and … Continue reading Where am I going?
Looking out across the rock face I used to climb as a teenager. Many hours were spent just clinging onto the rock searching for a way up. Not using rope … Continue reading Day 257 God is my help – We are Lazarus
Morning came and the usual commute started. Getting into the car, putting on lights and joining the many other thousands that were travelling along the motorways that morning, trying to … Continue reading Day 12 A river of fire