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David

  • Seven Lessons of Illness

    I\'m sick. Battling a stomach bug for the past few days has been rough.

  • The Judgement of the Lord

    Growing up in an independent fundamental Baptist church, I learned at a tender age about the judgement of the Lord. Images of fire and descriptions of sulphur formed nightmares in my youthful imagination.

  • International young writers feature in Christian Today

    The Press Service International young writer program includes 19 young people from around the world and this group all fit neatly into Week 1 of the 5 week Cycle.

  • The Footplate Padre and Railway Timetables

    As the Footplate Padre, there is no better time than now to raise the subject of railway \'timetables\'.

  • On-Line Bible Series, Highlights Israel

    When my grandson Ezekiel decides to go to bed and read, he takes his computer or iPad with him. Times have changed. I remember reading a book under the blankets with a flashlight.

  • The gospel is offensive...do take it personally!

    Repent or you will go to hell! These are the words that so many people struggle to hear. It is so confronting hearing a voice confidently exclaiming that we are going to hell if we don\'t repent of the sins we have committed.

  • Could a "bad day" be a sign?

    Sometimes I just have to write. At least in my world, when I have an \"off day\", I need to get away, find a coffee shop and write. Do you know the \"off days\" I\'m talking about?

  • Speakers available from 'One Day in Melbourne'

    One Day in Melbourne – Evangelicals Online was an industrial day in nature but underlying evangelical – a one-day gathering for editors, writers, designers, social media mavens, authors, bloggers, self-publishers—anyone in Christian media whose aim is to maximise the Gospel.

  • Making A Move

    I was always that kid on the playground who would prefer to watch the other kids than participate in what I would deem to be \"dangerous\" activities.

  • Jesus wept. And then quickly apologised.

    She sniffles away the final remains of the last ten minutes of teary talk. Wiping her sleeve across mascara-streaked cheeks, she checks herself.