My heart says of you, “Seek his face!” Your face, Lord, I will seek. Psalm 27:8 On Christmas Eve, I find myself reflecting quietly. The house is still, filled by absence and memory. I remember my late wife, whose presence is no longer physical but remains deeply part of my life. I think of my…
“Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path.” (Ps 119:105) 2026 is just 10 days away. Now is as good a time as any to prepare our hearts and habits. One simple way to do that is by planning how we’ll spend time with God each day. Two areas matter most here:…
你终于到了天堂。心里翻涌着喜乐、轻松、盼望与激动。嘴角几乎咧到耳边。就在这时，你看见了他。那个曾让你夜夜难安的人。那个算计你、压榨你、用冷酷和恶意践踏你的人。那个以折磨你为乐的人。他怎么会在这里？ 有些话我们从不敢说出口。如果在天堂遇见那个伤我们最深的人怎么办？那个撒谎、背叛、嘲讽、击碎我们心的人。那个我们宁愿忘记、宁愿永不相见的人。这不公平！它唤起旧日的痛，让我们想逃开。 但恩典从不照着我们心目中的公平走。它照着神的心意走。 一开始，这念头近乎荒唐。他怎么能站在荣耀里？那个百般害我的人，怎么能享受同样的喜乐、同样的宽恕、同样的永恒？这些问题揭开我们心中仍未痊愈的角落，那些还想要为自己伸冤的地方。 然而神呼唤我们去看祂所看的。凡是转向耶稣的人，无论过去多黑暗，都蒙怜悯。圣经说：“若有人在基督里，他就是新造的人”（哥林多后书 5:17）。若有人。不是那些待我们温柔的人，也不是那些容易原谅的人。恩典伸到最深的伤口，也伸进最硬的心里。 接受这一点并不容易。需要诚实。需要落泪。需要选择把本来已在神手中的事交还给祂。也需要承认祂的公义更完全，祂的怜悯更纯净，祂的救赎比我们的伤口更广大。 天堂不会提醒我们别人对我们做过什么。天堂会提醒我们基督为我们完成了什么。在那光中，连最顽固的苦毒也开始松开。 我邀请你一起祷告。 天父，帮助我信靠你，让的怜悯胜过我的痛楚。教我把审判交在你手中，安息在你完全的恩典里。求你医治我的心，让我能以基督的心为心。我奉主耶稣的名祷告，阿们。
You are finally in heaven. Your mind is pulsing with all kinds of emotions – joy, relief, anticipation, excitement. The edge of your lips is stretched towards your ears. Then, you see him. This man who has been constantly tormenting you, scheming to squeeze every last drop of you, trampled you with utter meanness, who…
Noon is always the brightest in a day. It brings a different kind of light – bright, direct, and honest. Shadows disappear. Colours sharpen. Nothing hides. The world stands fully awake beneath the sun. In the middle of the day, we often find our tasks, our pressures, and our choices in plain sight. The hour…
Dawn arrives with quiet anticipation. The sky begins to lighten. Birds cheer before the sun even appears. The air feels fresh. Houses wake one by one. You can almost hear the world stretching as people step into a brand new day. It is a simple scene, yet it carries a steady truth. Night does not…
Dusk is the quiet hour when the world slows down, colours fade, and the day releases its grip. It is transition from what has been and what is still to come. This in-between space often stirs a mix of emotions. There is beauty with a hint of melancholy. There is calm amidst the weight of…
我们的心思可曾停下来？在白日的喧嚣中，它不停运作，在夜晚的宁静里，它依然继续。问题不在于我们的心是否活跃，而在于我们允许什么进入其中。 我们的内心生活并非随意生成，而是根据我们选择播下的种子里成长，也从我们选择喂养内容成形。使徒保罗说得很清楚：“你们要思考上面的事，不要思考地上的事。”（歌罗西书 3:2）。这不是理论，而是日常生活的指引。我们眼前的事塑造我们的思想，而思想塑造我们的行动。 那些让我们放进心里的东西常常人畜无害。一句嘲讽的话，一条扎心的新闻标题，一种滑手机滑到心里沉重的习惯。这些看起来都不算什么，但久而久之，它们就成为我们每天的底色。而这种底色会一路跟进到夜里，影响我们的休息、我们的情绪，甚至我们与神的关系。 不过，我们还有希望。我们不至于绝望。因为神给了我们能力去守护自己的心思，选择那些尊荣祂的事物。我们可以决定哪些声音值得我们倾听。我们可以慢下来，分辨什么让我们的信心更坚强，什么让它变弱。我们可以选择用信心、感恩，以及对神恒久同在的提醒来充满我们的每一天。 把清晨的第一刻留给祂，把夜晚的最后时光保护好。让祂的话语成为穿透噪音的光。这样的简单选择足以改变我们一整天。白日让什么进入心里，夜里就会重复什么，而这些信息会影响我们的生活方式和信仰。 我邀请你一起作这个祷告。 天父，请教导我用智慧和恩典守护我的心思意念。帮助我选择那些让我更靠近你的事，并远离那些使我偏离的事。求你用你的平安充满我昼夜，并让你的话语引导我的思想。我奉耶稣的名祷告，阿们。
Does the mind ever rest? It works through the noise of the day and keep going in the quiet of the night. The question is not whether our minds are active. It is what we allow in. Our inner life is not random. It grows from whatever we choose to plant. It becomes what we…
The night began with a heaviness that pressed against the windows. All is quiet despite the video playing on the computer screen. He felt a weight that seemed to say, you are not getting any sleep tonight, again. The room felt stuffy. The shadows seem to move slower than usual. Even the low hum of…
The man had been limping for a week, ever since he stepped into a pothole near the park. When he walked his dog, he had to look every which way for unleased dogs. The sprain seemed simple enough. Ice pack. Rest. A steady routine of anti-inflammatory pills aided with ginger powder drink. The doctor had…
几曾何时，我常常在周末熨衣服。工作要穿的衬衫、妻子的上衣、儿子的校服，一周的量我会在这一天内全部完成。我从不觉得麻烦，反而喜欢那段时间。那是我沉静下来的时候，也是思考的时候。我做这些，是因为爱我的妻子和儿子。说是家务，却没有家务的味道。 去教会曾是我最期待的事。我们在教会里见朋友，一起祷告，一起敬拜，一起听道。我自己有时还带领敬拜、带领祷告，带领学习、甚至讲道。 你能想象有一天，去教会竟变成了一种负担吗？你能想象主日敬拜变得只剩下一场仪式，却没有内涵吗？ 当我们不再经历神，敬拜就只剩下歌声和动作，举手、闭眼，却缺了灵。我们若不心存敬畏，祷告就成了演讲或背稿。我们如果没有真实的连结，团契就是社交，教会就像俱乐部。我们若不是出于顺服和爱，行善也只是在维持表面的体面。 那真是累。恩典在哪里？盼望在哪里？ 你还记得刚刚认识耶稣的时候吗？祂是你的全部。你活着、说话、思考、呼吸，都离不开神的话。你现在还保有那份起初的爱吗？若有，请守住。若没有，请快快重新找回。 让我们把事情重新摆正。我是个破碎的人，期待着修复的开始。
In a life very distant from today, I used to iron clothes. I ironed my working shirts, my wife’s blouse, and my son’s school uniform. I did it during the weekend. I got the week’s worth of ironing done in one day. I did not mind doing that. I enjoyed doing that. It was a…
The path narrows and finally disappears as the man and Ben move deeper into the trees. It feels quiet in a different way here, as if even the wind slows down. Ben stops first. His nose points toward a small rise in the ground, hardly noticeable under the tangle of weeds. The man steps closer…
The rain started an hour ago. And he has been walking for as long. He left the house without bringing anything. He did not even pick up his phone. He just wanted to get away. He kept on moving even when his legs were getting heavier. He became soaking wet in mere seconds he stepped…
The first drop hits the man’s cheek before he notices the sky darkening. Ben lifts his head, ears perked, as if he hears the storm long before it forms. The air shifts. The forest holds its breath. Back home, the man remembered Ben could always predict when the food delivery was about to arrive. He…
Most mornings, Mark rose before the sun. His wife teased him for it, but he liked the quiet hour when the house still felt like a held breath. He brewed coffee, packed lunch for his son, and scratched behind the ears of Baxter, their aging but loyal golden retriever. Life had settled into something steady…
The screen glowed in the dark living room. The lonely man sat hunched over his keyboard, squinting at the monitors, the soft click of each key filling the space around him. His dog lay curled against his feet, warm and steady, a quiet weight that kept him anchored. Two blog posts sat open in front…
The monitor broke its silence with a single beep. Logan groaned. His fingers curled against the sheet. The nurse leaned close, eyes sharp, and watched the faint rise of his chest. She pressed the call button with a steady hand. Footsteps burst through the doorway. The doctor pulled on gloves, glad to be wrong this…
The jungle opened like a heavy curtain as Logan pushed through the last wall of vines. His legs shook from the trek and his clothes stuck to his skin, but he refused to slow down. Benjamin trotted at his side, tail swaying, tongue loose and happy. The dog’s lightness always surprised him. Benjamin didn’t know…
Today (15 Nov 2025) marks the one year anniversary of Kathleen going to be with Jesus. Jesse (my son) flew back from Adelaide. He will spend about a week here. I have been staying at home. Yes. I do not leave home except for the three daily walks in the park with Ben (my dog),…
They landed long ago. Not with lights or fire, but with an idea. “We will not destroy them,” said the first. “We will make them forget how to live.” And so they began. The first gift was convenience. Machines to think, tools to count, screens to remember. The humans smiled. They no longer had to…
Today is 21 May 2051. The day Wi-Fi and 7G ceased to exist. Just five days before the world was set to replace mobile devices with neural chip implants. Scientists have finally confirmed – and admitted – what some had whispered for years: Wi-Fi and 7G were killing us. Not with tumours or instant deaths.…
My guard dropped for a moment, and an enemy slipped in. It started a few nights ago when I went to bed. Something small, unseen, yet utterly determined. I would lie down, ready for rest, and then I felt a presence. The faintest sound, sharp enough to pierce silence itself. I ignored it at first.…
Nature makes music in the morning song of birds.Oceans ebb and flow with silent strength.Valleys dark, I shall still go through.Earth is filled with God’s goodness.Morning dew reminds me His mercies are new each day.Brooks visited by cranes and egrets rest beneath the sun.Evening comes; I sit and meditate.Rivers of life flow in me. And…
“After you have done everything, to stand.” – Ephesians 6:13 We have talked about position – where you stand.We have talked about poise – how you stay calm.We have talked about posture – how you carry the weight. Now it all comes together – standing steady. Life keeps testing our balance. One moment, everything feels…
“Lift up your heads, you gates; be lifted up, you ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in.” – Psalm 24:7 I have added weightlifting to my daily workout regime. Jesse always reminds me to keep the right posture. When we think of posture, we often picture our shoulders – whether we slouch…
“In quietness and trust is your strength.” – Isaiah 30:15 Poise. It sounds like such a graceful word – steady hands, slow breathing, a calm heart. But it is hardest to hold when life feels like chaos. Players of Elden Ring may have a slightly different understanding of poise. Some mornings, I think I have…
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” (Ps 34:18) Stepping out from grief and loneliness feels like walking barefoot onto unfamiliar ground – every step uncertain, every sound too sharp. After so long in the quiet of loss, the world’s noise can feel almost violent. I remember…
“He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.” – Psalm 40:2 Sometimes, life feels like a never-ending adventure. The ground beneath you keeps shifting – one moment steady, the next uncertain. You think you have found your footing, then something moves, and you start to lose balance again.…
