Category Archives: From the basement

Amidst the sorrows of the wayLord Jesus, teach my soul to prayLet me taste Thy special graceAnd run to Christ, my hiding place You know the vileness of my heartSo prone to act the rebel’s partAnd when You veil Your … Continue reading →

Things I thought, and things others thought, whilst in the Yorkshire Dales:1) Whenever God compares us to stuff in the Bible he uses really weak frail images. We are like sheep, who are very stupid as we discovered as we … Continue reading →

After three weeks of being unaware of the day or time I return to the world of time, routine, a place where I live permanently and a underused bed. I’ve been in the Yorkshire Dales, Cambridge, London, Guildford, Brighton, London … Continue reading →

Dead men don’t come back to life. Or do they? Sunday has come. The tomb is empty. The world has been changed forever. “Death is dead, love has won, Christ has conquered.” This is reality. If this did not happen, … Continue reading →

The day inbetween. The moments of waiting and hoping that make up our lives until Sunday comes. The Sabbath comes, the day of rest but with a body in a Tomb. A day of desolation and the emptiness of grief. … Continue reading →