Monday, January 1, 2018. Harder to hear my heart.

The blog and reading journal of some Irish guy trying to follow Jesus. Today, on the feast of St. Martin of Tours, let us remember his example. I am a soldier of Christ. He who has ears, let him hear. I gave him back his tract. It might be worth discussing. We want to see Jesus lifted high. Jesus is what our .

I took a big break from theology following the masters. A better way to describe Christian ethics then is not as a choosing or deciding what is the right thing to do but being educated in the art of rightly accepting gifts.

Living gently in a violent world. With, hopefully, nothing left for Caesar. I was thinking about smells this morning. Posted by the chip monk. New year, new unicorn. Went home for a baptism.

Random thoughts of a Preacher and Musician. I was reminded of a hymn recently that I sang as part of a church choir for Harvest more than 30 years ago. We sung it yesterday, although to a different tune. That is something we can thank him for throughout the year. Yes, God is good; in earth and sky,.

Explorations on Dublin, Theology, Church Planting and Business. I have previously written about lessons from being a Pastor and a Salesman. And how working for a corporation is like working for a church.

Never thought it would end up with me in a supermarket car park praying for something, a word out of sight, a notion, a piece of wisdom carved in rock I could carry with me. I was fleetingly plumbing the depths. My life was that hairband. Hairband was supposed to get me r.