Being a Child of God

There’s a great 1960s anthem written by Joni Mitchell called ‘Woodstock’ which aims to capture the spirit of that iconic music festival. And one of the best versions of the song is by Crosby, Still, Nash and Young with their trademark harmonies being a highlight.

Simon Lang5 October 2021

Silence

What does it mean to be silent?

I read that somewhere there’s a room. the most soundproof room in the world. I wonder what that’s like.

Simon Lang21 September 2021

Pay attention to your heart

A few weeks ago we looked at Jesus’ Parable of the Sower.

Remember the 4 soils? The 4 heart types?

Simon Lang9 June 2021

I love trees.

My girls think I’m weird.

I’ll frequently stop when we’re out and stand and look and admire a tree.

“That’s not normal, dad!”

Simon Lang13 May 2021

I get excited when I discover things in God’s Word.

And I’m not talking about when I understand a passage. I mean, that does excite me, but that’s not what I mean here.

Simon Lang10 March 2021

For theirs is the kingdom of heaven

Blessed are the poor in spirit. And those who mourn. And the meek. And those who hunger and thirst for righteousness. And the merciful. And the pure in heart. And the peacemakers. And those who are persecuted because of righteousness.

Simon Lang10 February 2021

A Rhythm of Prayer

Depending on your Christian journey – when and how you came to faith, formative influences upon you, denominations and traditions you have been a part of etc – your understanding and experience of prayer may well vary considerably.

Simon Lang28 January 2021

Scandal of Grace

The Scandal of Grace

To ponder.

To reflect; to think about something deeply; often for a period of time.

Simon Lang14 January 2021

Choose Hope

We know that,

...in and through Jesus, God is at work reconciling, restoring, renewing...making all things new – that's the glorious truth at the heart of this thing we call the gospel.

Simon Lang18 November 2020

We Will Remember - Nathan Jeffers The bells tolled in the distance - breaking the quietness of the cold crisp November morning. I pause from my work, my hands poised above my keyboard. I knew what time it was without even looking at

The bells tolled in the distance - breaking the quietness of the cold crisp November morning. I pause from my work, my hands poised above my keyboard. I knew what time it was without even looking at the wall. Eleven o’clock. The remembrance had begun.

Simon Lang13 November 2020