All the streets are empty tonight, and I jog past a darkened pub. Where normally drunken singing and merry chat is heard, now all is silent. The message might be … Continue reading Run to the cross 31
From the door I ran, and ran like the previous days exhaustion had not been felt, like I had not fallen asleep trying to write a blog. Sleep took the … Continue reading Run to the cross 6
The sunset tonight was a very subtle event with just a few blues and the odd orange and yellow. Just enough colours but still beautiful. Sometimes the sunsets have been … Continue reading Day 340 Their voice goes out through all the earth
As another day of thinking on Jesus’ sacrifice ends and we are told of His death and how He was taken down from the cross. There stands a bare tree … Continue reading Day 86 and after the fire a still small voice.