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Martin Luther King Jr was martyred because he stood up for African Americans.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer was martyred because he stood up for those oppressed under Hitler.
Joan of Arc, Ghandi; many have been martyred because they stood up for their people group and their countrymen.
But only one man in all of history has been martyred for standing up for Continue reading
When God and blissful sound come together in a song that moves you, something mysterious happens in your soul. Continue reading
Continued from How the Devil Attacks When You Lose Someone (Pt.1) 12 days after my sister passed away.
The battle continues and God is holding me together.
It has been an emotional rollercoaster. At times, I am filled with utter hope, absolutely at peace that God is in control. I would go walking in the Mount Lofty ranges and see the splendour of the autumn wilderness and think to myself Continue reading
But I tell you that even Solomon with his riches was not dressed as beautifully as one of these flowers. (Matthew 6:29 NCV)
My sister went to be with God on 28th April, 2012. God’s flower has fallen to the ground – but his promises of life before, during and after death shine on forever.
The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever.
(Isaiah 40:8)
Life is short. Even the most Continue reading
I proclaim righteousness in the great assembly;
I do not seal my lips, as you know, O Lord.
I do not hide your righteousness in my heart;
I speak of your faithfulness and salvation.
I do not conceal your love and your truth from the great assembly.
(Psalm 40:9-10)
The following is a written prayer directly from my journal. I wrote it within 48 hours of my sister suddenly passing away. I had no intention of writing it here.
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My sister passed away suddenly this morning. But she will rise! Come Lord Jesus!
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It is strange how things happen. I had been planning to make a blog for some time to share my Christian journey. When I finally created it one morning (with no posts), literally an hour later, tragedy struck my family. What I wrote above, and in the next few posts was raw and cathartic, unplanned and real. I hadn’t anticipated that the first posts of my writing would be so tragic.
The night my sister died, my family prayed for a miracle. As I knelt next to her and held her hand, I prayed that God would bring her back to life. We fasted food and water and wept and prayed for a miracle, just as King David did for his son.
The rest of our story is here – Is It Wrong To Believe In Miracles?
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