We live in an era intoxicated by selfism, where the world swallows the lie that we are the masters of our own fate. But we, Christians, are called to a different path—a narrow road where every step is empowered not by our meagre might but by the indwelling presence of Christ Himself.
Just the other day, I had the distinct pleasure of praying at the launch of a new local business here in town. Here’s a little snapshot of what I shared with the fine folks who gathered for the occasion.
A little over two years ago (maybe three), we found ourselves on a liturgical trajectory, moving to a more defined order of service, not because
Do you know the good news, the Gospel of Jesus Christ? Here is a transcript of the message I shared on Good Friday.
A Call to the table of Christ, to his body and blood that paid the ultimate price.
I suppose this blog post serves as a reminder to myself as much as to anyone else: the true treasure lies in the heart of the message, not in the eloquence of its delivery. While eloquence has its value, it should never overshadow the importance of the message itself.
Instead of counting down the time, we’re counting up our blessings, preparing for a marathon and not a sprint. We’re digging in, putting down deep roots, and cultivating a legacy that’ll remain for generations.
Once again, I find myself at the keyboard, resuming my reflections after a brief hiatus. This time, the impetus comes from the new sermon series
At its core, joy embodies a deep sense of happiness, contentment, or delight—a response to something that resonates deeply within us. It’s an emotion intricately tied to our human desires, an emotion rooted in our longing and the fulfilment of those longings.
Jesus declared himself the “bread of life,” offering sustenance beyond the perishable needs of our bodies. Just as our physical hunger seeks nourishment, our souls crave the divine. Life, then, becomes a matter of the spirit—a continuous feast on the spiritual sustenance found in Christ.
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