Goodness gracious, one simply cannot help but notice that we are all granted the exact same 168 hours in a week. It is a staggering thought, is it not? Yet, if one only tends to their spiritual constitution during a brief hour on Sunday morning. I daresay they shall remain in a state of perpetual spiritual infancy. Now, do picture an infant for a moment. Quite adorable, yes, but remarkably incapable of feeding themselves. They would choose a bowl of smarties over a plate of nourishing carrots every single time! They tumble about, wander into the most inconvenient sorts of trouble, and are, if we are being honest, rather self-centred. They require constant discipline and a firm hand of training. Are you beginning to see the portrait I’m painting? The "New Birth" is a marvellous, breathtaking event. A launching pad of the highest order! It was never intended to be a permanent residence in a crib. As it is written in Hebrews 6:1, “Let us stop going over the basic teachings abou...
"May the best day of your past Be the worst day of your future." My Dad always wished me this Irish Blessing and I want it to matter today and every other day in my life.