How Great is Our God

This morning I led our prayer meeting at work. I chose to show an older Louie Giglio message(you can tell it’s old as he uses a Bible rather than an iPad!) called How Great is Our God. Check it out below

After watching this I felt pretty small, in a good kinda way. I love when he says that sin makes us seem bigger and God seem smaller – just gets everything out of perspective.

My question for you is: How do we keep that perspective?

Waiting, Anger, and Doctor Who – #Bible365

Well heres the story.

Simply put: The Doctor and Rory become separated from Amy, who in turn became trapped on an alien world. The Doctor being, well the The Doctor comes up with a rescue plan to get her back. Except the rescue plan goes a little wrong, and they come across a bitter battle hardened Amy that had to wait 36 years to be rescued.

Leaving her husband Rory with an impossible choice:

“I Do Not Want To Travel With You” from Andy on Vimeo.




Rory lashes out at the Doctor. Demanding to know why The Doctor’s never done the obvious thing…




It can be easy to lash out at God.

Feel that way? Its ok.  Try reading Psalm 42, particularly the last few verses:

9-10 Sometimes I ask God, my rock-solid God,
“Why did you let me down?
Why am I walking around in tears,
harassed by enemies?”
They’re out for the kill, these
tormentors with their obscenities,
Taunting day after day,
“Where is this God of yours?”

11 Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul?
Why are you crying the blues?
Fix my eyes on God—
soon I’ll be praising again.
He puts a smile on my face.
He’s my God.

David felt like that as well. I guess the good news is that God wants a relationship with his children, even if that means having to deal with a child-like strop every now and then…

How Are You?

It was a simple question, but it was lingering in the air as I read it.

A simple question, but I was stumped for an answer.

Maybe it’s because I’m English.
Maybe it’s because I ask the question almost all the time at work.
Perhaps customers ask me at work.. And I know how many I them are really interested in my answer.
Maybe it’s because, even when its people who (I know) really care about me ask, the busyness of life means the subject is moved on quickly enough.
Maybe it’s because i’ve known him for years.
Perhaps its just all those nights at the pub.
Or maybe it’s because I know I can’t fool him…

He simply asked;

How are you?

I wanted to say, “same as normal”… But how is that?

The Light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off











For many, Christmas is a really hard time of year. It’s a time when debt gets worse, people borrow more and more money so they can make Christmas a ‘happy’ time. It’s a time when people miss loved ones they’ve lost. It’s a time when many get together with friends and family and a time when some get left on their own with no one around them. For some it probably feels like the ‘Light at the end of the tunnel’ has been turned off; That there is no hope left.

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Between The Station and The Hospital

When I was younger, I came across a pastime known as “people watching”. Every now and then, a friend and I would find ourselves in the front of a coffee shop, and the two of us watched the outside world. We’d sit there, comment, and take it all in.

As I’ve grown up. I’ve realised that was stupid. Coffee shops are not where the action is found. For real people watching, go to a train station! Preferably a nice big train station. You get to see people who lost, confused, and sometimes saying good bye. But you also get to see people having laugh, relaxing, and being reunited with loved ones. Even if its just their luggage. This is where you really get to see people at their most emotional… People watching at its best…

A similar but more sobering sight greeted a few of us last night, as we approached the Exeter Casualty department. People on their mobiles, updating loved ones… People carrying children away… That person who comments “I’ve done something stupid…”

It occurred to me.

English folk aren’t great at showing emotion, but there seems to be a few places where we let our guard down, like Train Stations / Airports  or Hospitals. Between the comings, goings, arrivals, and sometimes painful goodbyes, it does sometimes look and feel a little raw.

As I sat there in the waiting room, watching our mate occasionally wince in pain, I wondered.

Where does the church fit into this?

Is “Church” a place where we can be in pain, or are we to busy being ok?