I gave my life to Jesus [by Glen]

By June 23, 2015 Blog

I gave my life to Jesus about a thousand times? Anyone else? It began aged 13 at a Christian camp. The youth leader made the challenge and I… I was equal to it. I surrendered all. Later that evening I looked hard in the mirror to see if there was any change. Was there a light behind my eyes? A halo above my head? A funny feeling in my stomach? Was there anything to tell me my prayer worked! Nothing. So I prayed again …Read More

What’s Your Story?

By February 1, 2013 Blog

Husbandhead  and I are very different. He likes green olives, I like black.  He loves sunshine, I like rain.He thrives on change and conversation; I like routine and  (sometimes) silence. He’s positive, easy-going and brave…I’m melancholy, uptight and chicken-hearted. He’s an evangelist. I am not. One sniff of a sandwich board and he’s away – I’m away too, but in the opposite direction. I’m not good at sharing my faith.  If I tell folks I’m a Christian, they’ll think all …Read More

The World’s Worst Evangelist

By February 28, 2012 Blog

What does it mean to hold out Jesus to others? I’ve been thinking about this after a conversation I had with my mum. We were talking about what it means to be a Christian.  I desperately, desperately wanted her to understand. But the more I tried to explain, the deeper I foundered.     I knew what I wanted to say.  But the words got stuck somewhere between my brain and my mouth. I wanted to say that it’s all …Read More

Thy God Is Too Big

By February 20, 2012 Blog

Can I ever be known and wanted in the way I long for?   My heart says no. To be accepted, I must perform. But my performance is never enough. I’m not enough and neither is the god I imagine. Instead of a loving and generous Father, I envisage a slave-master: tight-fisted and ineffectual.   Why does it matter who I think God is?  Because what I believe about Him, determines whether or not we have a relationship. It’s one …Read More

Faith and Family

By January 12, 2012 Blog

My mum’s coming to visit tomorrow.  I’m excited – but nervous too. I love my mum. I wouldn’t change her. Except for one thing: I wish, I wish that she was a Christian. I became a Christian when I was 13.  It was a choice that placed me subtly, but firmly, outside of an uncomplicated family affinity. My parents, though sympathetic, were uncomprehending. And it changed our relationship and the way in which I viewed the world.  It called into …Read More

Stepford Christians?

By January 18, 2011 Blog

It’s odd how our culture so often equates Christianity with a loss of identity. The idea runs something like this. To trust in Jesus is to settle into a carbon copy of pretend goodness.  His Holy Spirit wipes clean not just our sins, but any nasty traces of personality or passion. That’s it, my young disciple, unscrew your brain and pop it with your teeth into a glass by the bed, then proceed as directed to cosy mental infancy, clutching the Ten Commandments like a …Read More