by Andrew Stephens-Rennie
Light and life. Darkness and strife. Who was there to see it?
In the beginning, or so the story goes, God created the heavens and the earth.
In the beginning, or so the story goes, there was a word.
But what kind of word? What kind of word would it be? And what would this word do? Was there more than word, in the beginning with God? Was there more than one?
Perhaps not just one solitary word, but a couple, a few. Not one, but two or three.
by Dion Oxford
Imagine a world where when someone asks “are you ready for Christmas?” it didn’t mean “have you braved the frantic masses of bargain hunters in malls so that you can buy all the useless presents for the people you care for so you can prove you love them?”
Imagine a day when getting ready for Christmas meant preparing our hearts, our homes, our families for the coming of the Saviour of the world.
Just imagine!
Come Lord Jesus. Come quickly!
by Dion Oxford
Imagine a world where everyone had a decent place to live. Everyone had a home.
Imagine a world where no one was homeless. No one slept on the streets. No one froze to death in winter.
Imagine a world without slums. Without slum landlords. Without housing unfit for dogs, let alone humans, to live in.
Just imagine!
Come Lord Jesus. Come quickly!
