joyful in suffering

Suffering is a Gift. Don’t Turn it Down

For it has been granted to you on behalf of Christ not only to believe in him, but also to suffer for him, since you are going through the same struggle you saw I had, and now hear that I still have.’ Phillippians 1:27-30

 

If you know about the apostle Paul, you know that he endured tremendous suffering. Paul said in Corinthians that he faced peril every hour and death every day. Just imagine literally facing death daily. Can we imagine that, those of us who have never faced it at all? Continue reading “joyful in suffering”

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How Jesus Can Fix Your Life

I remember it like it was yesterday although every time I think about it it is like watching someone else’s life, the main character I don’t recognise as myself. But she was me. That girl smoking the hardest weed with Rastas after a football match. That girl drunk for three weeks straight, hungover in church, avoiding my family. That was me, that girl who fell into the arms of any sweet-looking man who could make me feel loved. That girl who literally didn’t believe there was a single person on the earth who loved me. That girl who seemed like she was dancing like no one was watching but truly I was trying to shake off the leeching pain that was sucking me dry. That girl who was the life of the party because she was high, drunk and ‘free spirited’ yet who felt void of any life. That was me. Key word. Was. She was and never is to be again.  Continue reading “new”

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Fighting With Your Spirit Not Your Flesh

Four years ago I was at a friend’s house for dinner and bible study. There were twelve other students there and we were laughing and chatting. There were a million reasons for me to be smiling and energised — the dinner was hearty, the dessert was intensely sweet, the conversation was full of quirky humour and I didn’t really have a care in the world. Despite all of this, for absolutely no identifiable reason at all, I felt exhausted, a mighty fatigue, as though I had run a marathon that same day. I felt like the people in those anti-drugs ads a few years back who they portrayed as flat pieces of rubber against the couch. The best way to describe it, though years later I realise it could never be described effectively, is that I was like a character in a video game whose life was running on low. Life itself seemed to elude me. Continue reading “spirit”