Praying to our Father God

Heavenly Father, Almighty God, thank you that through the death of Jesus and his resurrection I can know that I am forgiven for all my sins.

Thank you that I live in the age of the Holy Spirit and that I have become empowered through the Holy Spirit.

Thank you for how the events of the life, death and resurrection of Jesus and the outpouring of the Holy Spirit have transformed my life and transformed this world.

Thank you for healing me when my physical body was so very ill and weak; an illness from which I very nearly died.

Help me to see people as you see them – not by the world’s standards but with your eyes, and I pray that your power will always be present to heal the sick.

And I humbly pray that the eyes of the whole world will be opened to see these remarkable events with awe and amazement.

And may you always bless me mightily in everything I say and in everything I do.

With many joy-filled blessings



Trinity Sunday – 31st May 2015

As you probably know, this coming Sunday (31st May) is known as Trinity Sunday.

My wife, Marlene, has thus created a special word search based upon the Trinity.

To freely download this new – and challenging – Biblical word search please go to:-

Happy Word Searching

With many peaceful blessings


The Snake

There is a story told of a man who was out in the forests of South America, when he saw a bird chirping and fluttering in great distress.

He soon saw why. Creeping along the branch of the tree towards her nest was a great venomous snake, intent on taking her fledglings, who were still helpless in the nest.    Suddenly the bird flew away, and the man thought she had abandoned her chicks.

But no, a few moments later she was back, with a small twig covered in leaves in her mouth. The bird placed this twig over her babies in the nest, and flew to a branch nearby, to watch for the snake’s arrival.

Sure enough,  the snake glided along the branch, and paused in front of the nest. It reared its sleek head, eyes glittering, its tongue darting here and there, ready to strike. Suddenly its tongue came into contact with the twig that the bird had laid across the nest.

The result was dramatic. The snake veered back and away, as if it had been stabbed by the little twig. It swayed for a minute, and then slid quickly off and down the tree, disappearing into the long grass.

The man was fascinated, and carefully lifted the twig off of the nest, wrapped it in a bit of cloth, and took it home with him. He showed the twig to a native friend, asking what it was.  His native friend explained that the twig was from a bush that was poisonous for the snake, and which it was known never to touch. The little helpless bird had used the small twig as her strong defence from attack.

Satan in scripture is known as ‘that old serpent’ He is intent on the destruction of people. But God has told us in his Word that there is a tree which is poison to our enemy, and which offers protection for all of us, old and young alike. It is the cross of Jesus Christ. On the cross Jesus died for our sins.

We need no longer live under evil dominion.


With many peaceful blessings


Attitude is Everything

Michael is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say.

When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, “If I were any better, I would be twins!”

He was naturally motivated. If an employee was having a bad day, Michael was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Michael and asked him, “I don’t get it! You can’t be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?”

Michael replied, “Each morning I wake up and say to myself, Mike, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood. I choose to be in a good mood.

Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it.

I choose to learn from it.

Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.

“Yeah, right, it’s not that easy,” I protested.

“Yes, it is,” Michael said. “Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood.

You choose to be in a good mood or a bad mood. The bottom line: It’s your choice how you live life.”

I reflected on what Michael said.

Soon thereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that Michael was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Michael was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.

I saw Michael about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied. “If I were any better, I’d be twins.

Wanna see my scars?” I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place.

“The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon to be born daughter,” Michael replied. “Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or I could choose to die. I chose to live.”

“Weren’t you scared? Did you lose consciousness? “I asked.

Michael continued, “…the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared.

In their eyes, I read ‘he’s a dead man.’ I knew I needed to take action.” “What did you do?” I asked.

“Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me,” said Michael. “She asked if I was allergic to anything. ‘Yes, I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, “Gravity.”

Over their laughter, I told them, ‘I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead’. ”

Michael lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude.

I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.



With many peaceful blessings


Thomas Coke: New Facebook Page

If you have a Facebook Page I would warmly invite you to become a member of our new Facebook Group about Thomas Coke.

May 3rd 2014 was the 200th Anniversary of the death of Thomas Coke, as many of you know.

Thomas Coke was born in Brecon and in 1776 he met John Wesley and became one of his Superintendents.

For more information about Thomas Coke and to become a member of the new Thomas Coke Facebook Group, please go to:-

With many peaceful blessings


A Daughter’s Love

There came a frantic knock at the doctor’s office door,
A knock, more urgent than he had ever heard before,
“Come in, Come in,” the impatient doctor said,
“Come in, Come in, before you wake the dead.”

In walked a frightened little girl, a child no more than nine,
It was plain for all to see, she had troubles on her mind,
“Oh doctor, I beg you, please come with me,
My mother is surely dying, she’s as sick as she can be.”

“I don’t make house calls, bring your mother here,”
“But she’s too sick, so you must come or she will die I fear,
” The doctor, touched by her devotion, decided he would go,
She said he would be blessed, more than he could know.

She led him to her house where her mother lay in bed,
Her mother was so very sick she couldn’t raise her head,
But her eyes cried out for help and help her the doctor did,
She would have died that very night had it not been for her kid.

The doctor got her fever down and she lived through the night,
And morning brought the doctor signs, that she would be all right,
The doctor said he had to leave but would return again by two,
And later he came back to check, just like he said he’d do.

The mother praised the doctor for all the things he’d done,
He told her she would have died, were it not for her little one,
“How proud you must be of your wonderful little girl,
It was her pleading that made me come; she is really quite a pear!

“But doctor, my daughter died over three years ago,
Is the picture on the wall of the little girl you know?”
The doctors legs went limp for the picture on the wall,
Was the same little girl for whom he’d made this call.

The doctor stood motionless, for quite a little while,
And then his solemn face, was broken by his smile,
He was thinking of that frantic knock heard at his office door,
And of the beautiful little angel that had walked across his floor.


With many peaceful blessings