Guesting with "The Plunge"

It is very great pleasure to be able to help out one of the rock groups from my school. The Plunge are four talented year 10 (going into year 11) students: Savannah Tyson, lead vox; Denva Fawkes, lead guitar and vox; Aiden Richards, Bass; and Mathew Barker, Drums. They made their debut public performance outside the the confines of the school a couple of weeks ago at Boston United's Community Day and wowed the crowds with their talent and energy. So much so that they were asked to perform as part of the Pilgrim Lounge's Beer Festival over the August Bank Holiday weekend.

Unfortunately, Savannah has been suffering with the vocalists nightmare - bad throat - for the past few weeks and has been advised by the doctor to not sing whilst her voice recovers. Naturally the she was mortified and the band prepared to cancel the gig. So being the dope that I often am I volunteered to step and and sing any songs she couldn't manage so that the "show could go on"!!! I'm hoping that Savannah will find enough voice to sing a few if not all of the set but failing that I've been learning the stuff that I've heard the teenagers perform for the past few years. We'll be doing stuff from The White Stripes, Green Day, Kings of Leon, The Killers and more. It's an out and out rock set!

So tomorrow will be a challenge for me. I hope that Savannah feels well tomorrow, but I'm ready to step in and be an Old teenager.

If anyone is interested, it'll be at the Pilgrim Lounge, which is at Boston United football ground at 6pm for about 30 minutes or so. See you there!

My new acquisition

How happy am I? Went to pick-up my new guitar today. Extremely happy with and can't wait to make some serious noise when I plug it into my Bandit, which foolishly I left at school with all my leads (DOH!).

It's a Squier Silver Series Stratocaster which is believed to have been created in 1993. I did a bit of digging on the interweb and discovered these are no ordinary squier guitars, they are a bit special, hence the SIlver Series logo. It plays like a dream. Not necessarily the colour I would have chosen and a few knocks here and there, but that's just cosmetics as far as I'm concerned. Bizarrely Monro, the band I play with, has chosen black and red for it's colours, so the guitar will go well with our gear.

Next gig is 6 May in Southport so I'm looking forward to trying it out in public. Meantime, if anyone knows a good drummer about 40ish years old that wants to join a 3-4 piece blues band in Skegness give me a shout.

What was I thinking...

Ever done something that you thought was a good idea at the time then regretted it afterwards? Well that was me a few months ago. Having had to quit the double bass a couple of years ago, I decided to take up a different instrument. First the trombone and then the Tuba! I like the tuba. Absolutely no reason why I like it, but I like it. So I decided I'd give myself a challenge on it to make me spend time learning how to play it properly. That challenge was Grade VI ABRSM. Foolishly I thought it wouldn't be a problem.

So I got my music and attempted a practice regime. I was playing weekly with the Skegness Silver Band which certainly builds up stamina and experience. Everything was going swimmingly except one thing! Try as I might I couldn't memorise the scales. I can read them fluently without mistakes. But every time the music goes away my brain goes blank. I tried monotonous repetition. I tried writing them out. I included them into every practice. I even went through the fingerings whilst driving to work every morning (on the steering wheel I hasten to add). So come the day of the exam I was beginning to feel the queasiness of a nervous teenager attempting his grades for the first time. 

So the exam! The pieces had some silly mistakes but were generally ok. Then came the dreaded scales. Oh dear!!!! As I expected my mind went blank. First scale, the dreaded F sharp major. I did ok at that but a bit hesitant. Then he asked for F sharp harmonic minor which isn't even on the syllabus. Panic swept over me as I tried to explain to him it was G sharp minor on the syllabus fool wed by more panic when I couldn't remember it. I struggled through that scale - barely. Then he asked for "A" chromatic 2 octaves - I crawled my way to the top and got lost on the way down. He took pity on me and asked for a couple of arpeggios and a diminished seventh. By now I was almost a gibbering wreck, convinced I'd failed. Fortunately for me the aural tests were second nature (there is an advantage to being a music teacher).

The results should be published on Tuesday next week!!!!! It's funny because secretly I was feeling confident in the build up to the exam and was hoping to get a merit with a possible distinction. I walked out of the exam room praying for a pass and am convinced I'll be a couple of marks off a pass. The most annoying thing was, at Silver band that night as I was warming up I played the whole "A" chromatic scales from memory without mistakes. The next day I began practising my pieces again, expected to have to take a re-sit in the not to distant future.

My advice? Chase your dreams, but prepare yourself for the fact that to achieve a dream will take graft and possible heartache.

Podcast Episode 1 - The Puzzle of Life

Here I go with a new thing. Having recently recorded two presentations for Eternal Radio I decided it would be a good idea to share them as a podcast here on my website. The first is the recently aired recording of my thoughts on the Puzzle of Life, which features A Sacrifice of Praise from the Design for Life album recorded back in 2005. It'd be great to get some feedback from this new venture.

Click on the player below to listen to the podcast.

Broadcast on Eternal Life Social Network

I pleased to announce that Eternal Life Social Network will once more be featuring me on the PowerHouse show on Eternal Radio. This time I'm sharing a message called "The Puzzle of Life" which features "A Sacrifice of Praise" throughout the message.

I hope you get chance to join me by listening at Eternal Radio to find out more. The broadcast is 9pm GMT Thursday 19th January 2012.

Jack's poetry

Jack recently brought home his "Big Write" book from last year at school. I felt so proud when I read it to see how creative our little man is. but when I came to one of his poems I was more than proud, I was impressed. So impressed that I asked Jack if he'd let me post this poem on my website. So here it is...

Listen!

by Jack Covill-Lowndes (aged 8)

Listen!
(What can you hear?)
The crashing waves
of a distant sea
A faraway bird
calling to me...

Listen!
(What can you hear?)
The slow slither of a
slimey snail.
The wind whirling through the
turbine sails...

Listen!
(what can you hear?)

Teacher's Strike!!!!

So I'm a teacher. Comparatively I understand that teaching is one of the lowest paid professions. However, most teachers I know teach because they love teaching. Love sharing the future with their students. Love seeing the personalities grow from childhood into responsible adults. I don't know many teachers that teach because they're in it just for the money (although I expect that these people exist). Teachers live extremely busy lives. Often at the expense of their family life or personal pursuits. Again I'm sure there are plenty of other professions that work more than they rest. Contrary to popular belief a teachers day is rarely over at 3:45pm. I know many of my colleagues spend precious moments with their families and then set to work shortly after they've tucked them in bed. I suppose sometimes I do this too. So why this rant.

Well, simply put my colleagues may be going on strike on Wednesday. Because as a result of the nations austerity measures the government have decided to make savings by affecting public sector workers pensions. Effectively charging us more with a lower return. One fact has me gobsmacked! They expect me to be able to keep inspiring teenagers with current and relavant knowledge until I'm 68 years old. I can't imagine being able to entertain and inspire children when I'm that old. And why do they have the right to to take away my hard earned twilight years to spend them with my beloved wife Tamara and Jack with his future family. It just seems so incredulous that an arbitary number is thrown into the mix without considering the impact on people's lives.

I remember vividly the teacher's strike back in the 80's. I remember it because I was one of the students who was massively hit by the strike action (as many of my generation were too). I'm not even sure if the teachers realised what a long term effect it had on students like me. I deal with students who seem disaffected daily and as a team we find ways to inspire them and help them to develop self-confidence by building their self-esteem. At 15 years old I was expected to be a straight "A" student. In the same year all of the teachers who inspired me and made me feel like I could achieve good things went on strike. To begin with we thought it was a bit of a lark. But slowly things got progressively worse. Our relationships with these trusted souls broke down. Why weren't they their to teach us. What had we done that made them so angry. Teenagers don't often understand politics. My response was to switch off! I figured if they don't care about me then why should I care about them. My grades dropped, my attitude changed, I became disinterested and disillusioned by education as a whole and swore to never become a teacher even though my mum spent her whole life working towards that one goal. I truly only did "A" levels and went to college to stop my family pestering me.

What scares me is what effect is this going to have on our children. The young lives I encounter daily. If I stand with my union colleagues to shout at the government that we won't tolerate being mistreated then my students will suffer. They too may become disillusioned and angry. However, if I choose to protect the students I teach by offering them stability, then my family could suffer. It makes me so angry that a small number of politicians get to play God like this so often and seldom think of the consequencies. Or if they do then finance outweighs compassion. We live in a democracy yet it often feels like a dictatorship.

I think it would be wrong for me to state whether I'm striking or not on this blog for many reasons. Whatever the outcome I want my students to know that they are important to me and want them to also be aware how important my families future is too. Those who know me closest know what I will be doing on Wednesday. What would you do in my circumstances? "To strike or not to strike" that is the question.

Family Day Out

Baby seal chillin' at Donna Nook

I love spending time with my special people and today was one of those special days. Tamara has been poorly all week and I've had one of those insanely busy weeks. Loads to do at school and brass band rehearsals 4 nights this week. It's all taken its toll on both my poorly girl and Jack who's missed his bedtime stories from me. So this morning when we woke I expected a day at home giving Tamara chance to build some strength and Jack time to play with me. However, Tamara had other ideas. Not shopping! She gently but firmly encouraged me to take us to Donna Nook to go and see the annual spectacular that is the birth of hundreds of baby seals. None of us have ever been before and I was intrigued. So after my protestations about Tamara being out in the cold off we went, armed with a camera and a football.

On the way there we decided to stop at a fish and chip shop for some lunch, We saw Dolphin chippy in Sutton on Sea and enjoyed a lovely meal there. Then on to Donna Nook.
I really didn't expect what we saw when we got there. The first thing that struck me was just how many cars were there. When we finally found a space to park we ventured over the dunes. The strangest sound emanated over the dunes and I begun to realise just how many seals were there. We got to the fence that separated us from the stars of the moment and marvelled at the sight of hundreds of seals with their pups littered over the vast expanse of beach. I wondered how long it would take a seal to waddle the great distance from the sea to their nurturing place. And so many people came to watch with us. It did make me feel a bit strange and I wondered how the seals felt about us staring at them. My question was soon answered as we walked a little further down the pathway and we saw a young pup looking extremely content lying on his/her back. I think the little thing must have been dreaming as it jumped and jerked in its sleep. Jack was fascinated by the little creature and watched waiting to see it move. When it eventually opened its eyes it seem to look straight at us then shuffled around and promptly broke wind, which sent chuckles down the line of onlookers. All three of us thoroughly enjoyed this amazing spectacular and I'm sure we'll go back next year.

Now it was Jack's request to play football on the beach, so we jumped into the car after negotiating the dunes once more, and off to Mablethorpe beach. I love to see Jack running around and laughing and jumping with joy. It's such a delight to see him smile. I remember a line from one of Michael Cards songs that reads, "I would wander weary miles, would welcome ridicule my child, to simply see the sunrise of your smile..." How true those words are. Both Tamara and I feel so lucky to be able to share our lives with this fabulous gift of love that we see in Jack.

My day ended with a performance at New Day Christian Centre in Skegness. I had to leave my poorly girl and sleepy boy behind which left me feeling a little sad, but I had a fabulous time with the good folk at New Day who were busy raising money for The Storehouse a new home for the New Day fellowship. I hope they enjoyed the music I shared with them and wish them success in their vision to be a centre for revival in Skegness.

When I got home I was expecting to see my wonderful family watching the X-factor, instead Jack was fast asleep in bed and Tamara was dozing, watching the X-factor in our bedroom. I am such a lucky man to have these two special people in my life. They give me joy daily and I can't imagine being without them. I loved our family day out. I long for our next special day like today.

R.I.P. Jerry

Got home from our shopping trip today and after getting our tea and settling Jack down for the night I went to give our pet guinea pig Jerry some attention. I've recently bought him an inside run so he can "watch the telly" with us. It's funny how pets become such a big part of the family. So as is my habit I went across to talk to him. The usual response is a couple of squeaks and a look at the edge of the cage with expectant eyes for either some fuss or some nice green treats. Unusally he didn't reply. On closer inspection he didn't seem to be moving. But heart broke when I realised he had died. Next January he would have been 5. He's been an excellent pet and we will miss him dearly. As I write Jack doesn't know, so I'm not looking forward to telling him. So goodbye Jerry Berry, it's been a pleasure having you in our family - you will be sadly missed.

20 Years :)

This week saw one of those momentous days. On Wednseday 26th October 1991 Tamara made me the happiest man in the world. This week we got to celebrate our China (20th) wedding anniversary. We went to Blackpool for a few days to celebrate and the three of us had a fabulous time doing all that holiday maker stuff. On Wednesday (our anniversary) we went to Toast in Blackpool and had a delicious meal. We went up the refurbished tower and visited the Tower Circus which was truly amazing. Jack loves Mooky the Clown. We went to Sealife - another place that has improved greatly. All this topped off by stayng at the Kensington Hotel which had some the most side-splitting entertainment I've seen in a while.

All in all a great way to remember one of the most special and important days of my life. Thank you Tamara for continuing to make me the happiset man in the world. I love you more each day.

Time To Reflect

This last couple of weeks have been difficult in ways I wasn't really prepared for. Anyone who knows me well will know that my mum has been ill for quite a long time. She was diagnosed with Parkinsons disease when she was about 40 years old. This year she celebrates her 70th birthday. Like many people mum has been a constant support and strength to me for as long as I have been a musician. She believed in me when no else did. I now find that she has reached yet another major crossroads in her life. On top of this two days ago her beloved brother David died after a battle with cancer. 

At times like this it's difficult not to reflect on your own life and how it should be approached. I find it so easy to become preoccupied with the latest project, often at the expense of the most important people in my life. My family. If I said they always came first it would be a lie. Instead the opposite is often the case. There's almost an unwritten expectation that they will wait for me until I've finished. But the stark truth is after each project finishes, another begins. Garth Brooks said right when he penned, "If tomorrow never comes, would she know how much I loved her?" 

How we use our time, how we fill our time will make an impact on all those around us. I can spend every minute of every day chasing the dream, but at times like these I find it helpful to remember the words from Ecclesiastes 3 verse 14 "I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it." God knows our waking and our sleeping. He knows our hearts desire. But more importantly ho knows what he made us for. Chasing the dream may lead to a fantastic future - for very few people. Seeking Gods plan for our lives will lead us to fulfilment. I know that God gave me a family before he gave me music and maybe these times a reminder to get my priorities right. Maybe someone reading this is feeling this too. I pray that you will find peace in your journey through life. I pray you will allow God to guide you in this journey. I wish you joy.

The Puzzle of Life

Reading: Luke 11:33-44

Aim: To encourage the congregation to face life’s problems by becoming open-minded, ready to give as well as receive, in order to help others, whoever they are.

Resources: A complex puzzle, e.g. Rubik’s Cube

What do we have to do to solve a complicated puzzle?

A very good way to tackle a puzzle is to do it in reverse. Then we can understand how it works. The trouble with that is we might get distracted along the way and forget where we got to. So now we’ve not only got the original puzzle, but, also, lots of new problems that we’ve created by getting lost.

What we need to do is fragment the puzzle into ‘bite-sized’ solutions which give us time to reflect on what we have achieved and how to continue to make progress. So with perseverance, we will solve the puzzle . . . . . . . we hope!!!

Many problems in life can be like a puzzle with no obvious solution; we can try as hard as we like to make things better, but we only end up getting in a bigger mess. Does that sound familiar?

How many of us have been fed with so many half truths that we become confused with who we are and we feel as though we have no identity? People claim how wonderful we are, then, in the next breath they condemn us.

How many of us feel as though we are on an emotional rollercoaster: one moment ecstatically happy; the next plunged into the depths of despair? Then nobody wants to know us because we are so inconsistent.

How many of us have risen to face a busy day and rushed around from morning to night only to become so worn out that there is no energy left for family and friends? Perhaps you’re suffering, or have suffered from some kind of illness. Whether it’s a cold or cancer, we still feel as though no one understands our pain.

How many of us feel an aching in our hearts. Maybe we feel as though we’ve let God down; or, even, God has let us down!!!!

What a tangled confused mess we must be!

The problems and tangles of our lives are an outward sign of what the bible calls sin. And as we struggle to sort out our own little mess, we very often forget that everyone else is in the same boat.

Jesus’ main concern was people: whoever they were or whatever their circumstance. Rich or poor, good or bad; Jesus loved them. He loved the Pharisees as much as he loved his disciples. He loved Judas Iscariot as much as he loved his own mother. But most importantly he loved those alienated from God by sin, as much as he loves his chosen servants. Where ever Jesus spoke he gave people hope. He didn’t preach at them as though they were objects. He understood their hopes and fears.

Luke quotes Jesus saying, “When your eyes are good, your whole body is also full of light, but when they are bad, your body is also full of darkness.” It seems our eyes are like the windows in our houses. At night the light from our room spreads into the darkness, illuminating a small area outside. Yet in the daytime we don’t need our puny light bulbs because the greater light from the sun floods through our windows, filling our room with a greater light. However, if we chose to close our curtains, none of our light can reach out into the darkness at night, nor can the sun penetrate the shutters into our private little world. If we try to see the whole picture, instead of being blinkered by appearances or social status, maybe we’ll see past the mask of protection that protects us from being hurt. Prejudice is a crime we all suffer from. Offering a listening ear to some one who we are afraid to talk to or don’t want to associate with may help us realise that they are just as confused as we are, just with different priorities. Then by opening our eyes, we may be able to shine a little goodness to a world that certainly needs it. Who know, we may even smooth off a few of the rough edges of our own puzzle of life. But if we shut our eyes from what we see, we’ll soon be back to square one; but this time the selfish ‘I don’t’ want to know’ attitude will add a new set of even more complicated problems. Soon they will snowball out of control and start to roll in the wrong direction.

If we think of people as being like the bowl described in the reading from Luke, we begin to understand how important it is to not only receive God’s grace, but, also, to give grace to others. When Jesus hung on the cross, he was sentenced to a villain’s death and would have looked as vile and wretched as the thieves either side of him. Though Jesus made his message graphically clear in the manner which he lived and died, he never chose to glorify himself. Even as the most monumentally important person to have ever walked this earth, he had the humility to wash his followers’ feet. He recognised our need and knew what the solution was. To discover God for ourselves!

All of us are the dish that Luke recalls. We cover our innermost feelings and put on a brave face, when deep inside we want to cry out, “It’s me! I’m here! I have needs too!” If we are to begin to tackle our own problems we’ve got to see Jesus for who he really is and what he stands for. We need to see past the hardened exterior of people to discover their hidden needs. Let’s remember that everyone is a fellow human being regardless of race, colour, creed or political persuasion. It’s our job to treat them the same we as we would like to be treated. We should reach out to those around us; not only within our families and friends, but also within the church and the greater community in which we live. The church is hungry for this kind of fellowship. The church as a body of people should aim to become the heartbeat and conscience of our community. How else can we perpetuate this great commission?

Do we talk to God? Do we share our innermost thoughts, needs and actions with him? Regular communication with our creator will help us to know his desire for us. By daily reading and studying his word and constant prayer we will draw closer to God. When was the last time you rejoiced with God when sharing good news. When was the last time you cried before him because your heart was broken at the loss of a loved one? By having a humble heart we too can become transmitters of life as well as receivers. Only then can we start to nourish others with all the good inside us.

The overwhelming puzzle of life may seem impossible to solve, but as long as we keep chipping away at it and learn from our mistakes, we will be able to draw closer to God.

Are we prepared to share ourselves with others?

If we revealed the contents of our lives through our eyes, would we like what we saw?

Do we harbour love or bitterness in our hearts?

Do we get so wrapped up in our own problems that we shut out people who need our special talents?

When life gets tough and the problem seems to have no solution, why not consider this statement:

Has God forgotten me, or have I forgotten God?

Whose Side Are You On?

Readings:  Joshua 5:13-6:5
                  Romans 8:28-39

Have you ever asked yourself, “What’s it all for?”?

“Why does everything I hope for never happen?”

“Why do I have to make so many compromises to my dreams, always experiencing second best?”

Have you ever asked yourself, “Why do I bother?”?

Why bother being kind when the overwhelming response is contempt and hatred? Nobody likes a busy body…….. do they???

People who show a complete disregard for others lives and toss them aside like a used sweet wrapper. How angry does that make you feel?

Pictures in the media show an emancipated child with xylophone ribs holding out an empty bowl, while our world leaders are literally throwing away grain for economic reasons. Does that distress you?

Have you ever asked yourself, “What’s it all for?”?

Have you ever questioned the reality of an immortal invisible God?

I have!!!

In the face of life’s misfortunes and calamities do call out in anguish and despair, “Whose side are you on?”

Do you long to see an end to heartache, injustice, poverty, hatred, war. . . . .

I do!

So what is God’s reply?

How does he answer our plea?

Does he hear or ignore; act or do nothing?

Or are we expecting God to mop up our mess because we don’t know how to deal with it?

We have all either had, are going through, or know we will face, unfaceable problems for which there seems no painless solution. Still we sometimes blame God and say, “He has turned his face against us!” when the truth is, IT IS US WHO HAVE TURNED AGAINST GOD!

Whose side are WE on?

As a teacher I sometimes get problems brought to me. Some may be trivial, others quite serious, but all are important because to that student it’s a matter of life and death!! Hearing the problem is the easy part. It soon becomes complicated when it’s obvious the student wants me to take sides against another student, or even a fellow teacher. Now what should I do?

Let’s briefly consider this story of Joshua on the verge of attacking Jericho. So far everything was going well. They’d won many battles, crossed the River Jordan and had tasted the land of ‘milk and honey’ for the first time; but ahead loomed the mighty walls of Jericho. How could Joshua defeat such a stronghold?

One day Joshua was probably reviewing the situation when he saw a warrior. So he asked them the famous question, “Friend or Foe?” and the curious answer was, “Neither!”

How is it possible to be on neither side?  Why does the commander of God’s army choose to take neither side? Is God really impartial when his people need him?

This brings me back to my pupil . . . . .
Whose side should I take; the victim or the accused?
Who is right? Who is wrong?
The answer in Joshua’s case was that God favoured neither side because both sides are his creation, as we too are God’s creation and he loved both sides, just as he loves us all. BUT HE HAS EXPECTATIONS!

We must love him above all else and love each other equally.

Jericho’s problem was they didn’t love God, they worshipped idols, so the walls of doubt and apostasy must come tumbling down so that God’s true nature could be seen.

The warrior was on God’s side. He didn’t place one principality over another. He served no kingdom gained by human endeavour. He served the living God.
As the story of Joshua unfolds we see how when Joshua sought to be on God’s side he defeated many stumbling blocks that stood in the way of God’s kingdom on earth. But when he turned away from God the wall began to raise once more.

We too have to break down or push aside the stumbling blocks in our lives. We have to defeat the stumbling blocks of doubt, hat, deceit, falsehood, greed, selfishness, envy and any such vices that would block out God’s will for us. How are we expected to see God’s promised land, if there is a mountain of confusion obscuring our view?

Let me give you an illustration of what I mean . . . .

Some years ago Tamara and I bought a house. It was a new house. We watched it being built. Decorated it, furnished it and everything looked good until you ventured into the back garden. Or should I say jungle! So I hacked it down, raked it over, sowed the grass seed, watered it and waited . . . .
Then at last some green shoots emerged. They grew strong and vibrant and before you knew it . . . . I was hacking the jungle down again. Not a blade of grass in sight!

Was it the seed that was bad or was it the soil?

The seed was guaranteed, it said so on the packet, and surely if weeds could grow with such vigour then the soil must be fertile. All things considered the seed should have grown.

So what had I done wrong?

You’ve got it! The reason the weeds came back is because I never dug them up in the first place. So when the shoots of good seed sprung up the were starved and choked by the well established weeds.

I hadn’t prepared the soil properly!

How true this is of our lives. We don’t prepare the fabric of our lives properly. We don’t always dig out the weeds that would choke us. We often cling on to the very things that drag us down and cause us to cry out to God, “Whose side are you on?”

So let’s concentrate on preparing the soil of our lives thoroughly. We need to dig out the weeds that cause us to stumble and obscure our view so that we can achieve our full potential as servants of God’s kingdom. Don’t be deterred.

Talk to God; share your life with Him. Don’t just request things when they are needed. Tell Him about everything. When you’re happy or sad, excited or dejected. Be grateful for all He is and has done and will do. Choose to be on God’s side and things will gradually fall into perspective.

Read about God in the Bible. Learn about how others discovered the nature of our Creator and share in the life He gives today. Rediscover Jesus again and cherish Him in your heart. How can we even begin to know the reality of God if we only peer through the letter box? Open the door of life and experience the tangible God. Reach out and touch Him. Let His love enfold you and know the truth of the words of Paul that . . .
Neither death nor life,
Neither angels nor demons
Neither present nor future, nor any powers,
Neither height nor depth,
Nor anything else in all creation
Shall separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Though the complexities of our life may seem unfathomable, hold on to those words, “Nothing shall separate us from the love of God.

Make ready the soil of your lives and it will allow the seed of God’s unfathomable love to bear fruit the like of which you have never seen or dreamt of.
“What’s it all about?”
“Why do I bother?”

We can defeat such sayings when we are on God’s side. If we act in the will of God we are more than conquerors because any problem will seem as nothing when compared to the joy of knowing that God will never leave us nor will anything ever take God’s love for us away.

Choose to follow God with all your strength
And he will make sense of this crazy world.

Choose to follow Jesus to become more like Him
And the person you become will draw people to you.

Choose to allow the Holy Spirit to guide you through life
And you will never be alone.

Let’s make a difference in this hurting world by sharing Jesus in al we are. Offer life to everyone.