I wanted so badly to say I love Jesus and I love the church, broken and beautiful as she is, the bride of Christ. But I couldn’t. One day, I decided to stop running. To just give it up, lay it down. And literally go - okay, God. You win. You always have. You are good. I’m going to stop fighting. I decided to choose the light.
This Easter, what does death mean to you?
...the Cross is a reminder that life on earth is transient - even for arguably the most famous man that walked this earth. That we can choose to look beyond ourselves, and know there is hope even in death.
What if God was one of us?
It's been a week filled with bad news. Working in the media sometimes means you're addicted to knowing what happens next. So there I was, on Thursday afternoon scrolling through my Facebook news feed when I saw a friend post a photo of a collapsed wall. If you live in Melbourne, you're more than likely …