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God Takes No Prisoners

God takes no prisoners for he has no prisons. We build our prisons and wonder where he left the key. The key is choosing acceptance. Choosing gratitude. Choosing forgiveness. Choosing peace. We have the key. We are the key. God, … Continue reading

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If You Like Losing Control, You’re Living In The Right Era

Do you want more or less control over your life? You may not have a choice. Do things happen in threes for you? They do for me … well, maybe I believe they do so they do. I’m not sure … Continue reading

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Power of the Invisible

This image was posted on Facebook and many fear the rise of another commercial bubble that’s about to burst. The emperor has no clothes, one said. This is not, however, a passing phenomenom, a transient fashion. The invisible is the … Continue reading

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Finding God

I needed silence, stillness and the Clarity of God so I took myself off to the Anglican church round the corner. Despite the flashing lights on the scaffolding that the men were working from, noisily … despite the wedding couple … Continue reading

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Scars Don’t Sweat

A book is inspired while digging my driveway Sitting in the cool comfort of an air-conditioned café in Brisbane, I recalled a different situation two days ago – a much more strenuous situation. I was digging a trench along my … Continue reading

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The Meaning(less) of Life

The fact that Life is meaningless can be a shock but it promises a huge relief as well. You see, I remembered what I did yesterday and, when I did, I wondered why. I read and meditated with my wife, … Continue reading

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I Need Not Permission to Love

I need not permission to love this sweet land When soft beckons nostalgia, her kindly open hands I remember a thousand years, then a thousand thousand more Reaching for pebbles on any any shore The large tale is told, breathed … Continue reading

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