Reblogging because I know many of my readers are struggling, or have overcome enormous difficulties in their lives. The trouble is, when the road ahead seems bleak and I am oh-so-weary, my burdened heart may begin to believe the little whispered lies: ‘God doesn’t love me’ or ‘maybe God forgot about me’.

Be assured, the King of Heaven, the God who created all, knows and numbers the hairs on your head. You are His beloved; His most precious child. Never give up.

Courage, my friends. Be at peace.


Phil Stone, director of Scargill Movement, talks this week about the graffiti we get on our hearts and what is obscured underneath.

Out of interest the other day I was looking at a job description (don’t worry Scargillites I’m not leaving!) and I saw in the spec that having a theology degree was essential. It raised within me some of the internal struggles I have had to deal with in my journey with God and as a human being. I left school at 16 with only a handful of O levels to rub together. Academic achievement seemed a world away. It was a huge leap from there to being called to ordination at the age of 21. It almost felt impossible as so many clergy had degrees in theology and understood so much.

As a young man my perceived lack of academic abilities was beginning to shape my life…

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