Tag: forgiveness
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Our Passionate Saviour
On Palm Sunday Helen shared this talk. We hope it blesses you! Either press play and listen on the page, or you can click the three dots next to the recording and download. https://kingschurchbirmingham.org/audio/general/our-passionate-saviour
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Meeting Jesus on the Road
In August Helen was privileged to be able to preach at King’s Church, Birmingham for the first time. She was given the amazing passage of Jesus meeting the disciples on the road to Emmaus – Luke 24:13-35 as her focus. Here is a link to the audio on the King’s Church website: https://www.kingschurchbirmingham.org/audio/kingofthejews/meeting-jesus-on-the-road Photo by…
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New Year – New Carpet!
Two months ago, we moved into our new house. Every wall was the same shade of off-white and the floor varied from grey carpets to white tiles. It was at best, clean and neutral, but it felt like it had no soul. We did our best to unpack and make our mark on it with…
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Free from condemnation
Today I was listening to the ‘Art of Celebration’ by Rend Collective and though I have listened to it on many occasions, a particular line jumped out at me which hasn’t before and it says this:‘This is the art of celebration, knowing we’re free from condemnation’ And I wondered: what does it look like to…
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I am enough
I had to preach on Sunday about the cross. And as I was praying about the talk, I felt Jesus say three simple words about himself: “I am enough.” His cross is enough. His passion is enough. We all get things wrong and make mistakes, and because of the cross of Jesus we can know…
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The Torn Curtain
One day when I was about 14 years old, some friends came to visit – two boys, the older one, Luke, was my age and the younger one, Simon, was my sister’s age. We went to the local park together without our parents, and as they were sporty types, they brought along some balls to…
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The Foot of the Cross
Wood and earth Blood and dust The place of meeting Where people kneel Where sin is left Where grace overcomes Where the healing stream begins Where eternity touches temporary The hidden place To which all people are drawn To grasp the wood To kiss the feet To look up to the face of one…
Reflected Light 