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Dear Friends, Welcome. ​This space exists for one reason: ​love — ​the love of God poured out in Jesus Christ, ​the love we are called to extend ​to one another, ​and to the world. ​There are many voices clamouring for our attention. Here, you will find the rhythm of one heart seeking to follow the way of Love. My ministry does not happen behind heavy church doors or within rigid institutional walls. It happens in the quiet, ordinary spaces of life where we learn to walk together at an unhurried pace. This is a faith rooted not in tradition for its own sake, but in the living, active, self-giving love at the heart of the Gospel. ​Three truths have become my anchors: ​The Living Word Jesus Christ is God manifest in the flesh. Apart from Him, the true God cannot be fully known. In Jesus, we see the face of a God who is Love, and whose Gospel is the path of Peace. ​The Gift of Grace I believe salvation is found by grace alone, through faith alone, in Christ alone. Grace is a t...
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Plowboy's Bible

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In Defence of Accessible Church and Bibles "The Word became a human being. He made his home with us. We have seen his glory. It is the glory of the one and only Son. He came from the Father. And he was full of grace and truth." — John 1:14 (NIrV) "If God gives me the years, one day a farm boy will know more of God's book than you." — Easy English version of a quote attributed to Tyndale. I learned the hard words first — the thee, thou, thy of the old King. Then the years came with noise and weight, and I opened a book with wide margins, words that walk instead of march.  They said the boy at the plow would know more than the learned. I used to hear that as a warning. Now I hear it as a door left open. The Word did not come down wearing footnotes.  The Word became flesh, not paper, and walked among us.  All loving, all accessible and true.  More at Line of Poetry
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Brother Wolf

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Boisterous in the hills above, Cunning enough to know the fear, Dangerous, they said, Ever-hungry is not evil — Francis knows! I'm only a wolf!  -DTH- More at Line of Poetry
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Clara's Chapel Cat

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Cuddly at the cloister  Drowsy I sleep, Elegant in my indifference to the mad world. Friend to a woman of faith— Gentle cat, I hope - Clara's friend!  -DTH- More at Line of Poetry
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Preaching to the Birds

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Feathered congregation, Gathering without being called.  Hushed we listen,  Inquisitive heads tilted.  Joyful in our listening,  Keen-eyed, we saw what the crowd missed: Listening is a kind of love. Meek little birds,we may be, but we stayed. That was enough. -DTH- More at Line of Poetry
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The Canticle of the Unconsulted: A Remembrance Day Poem

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Sacred am I the small dove, Tender am I the war horse, Unafraid am I the fox,  Velvety am I the moth coming to the lamp to die, Wild the whole world, and it is all our brother. -DTH- More at Line of Poetry
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Blaming God

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Not the God of love — Ares, Mammon, apples to atom bombs, and you. -DTH- More at Line of Poetry
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Fellows in a Ship

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Fellowship in a ship, nets hauled together at dawn — one catch, shared by all. -DTH- More at Line of Poetry
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