But I am no teacher

If you haven’t bumped into “Church Set Free”, please pop across there and take a look. Some of us were invited – a while ago now – to draw together by our Lord and Father. We all knew that it was to provide a safe space – one with different styles, different gifts, different languages of God. One where we could ALL rest awhile with nothing expected or demanded – just being still with our own God, our own Lord and Father – just being safe in this place.

So if you haven’t been still, and you want to be still – this a place where you can be – where you can be still and safe.

You might want to see if you agree. Thank you.


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Church Set Free

I am finding that, as a trainee Local Preacher (always capitalise the title), people want to talk to me. For some reason, just being one of the ones “at the front” endows me with something akin to that of a doctor, or a visiting dignitary.  Why is it that being one of the ones at the front “endows me” with anything at all?

“Then Jesus said to the crowds and to his disciples, “The scribes and the Pharisees sit on Moses’ seat; therefore, do whatever they teach you and follow it; but do not do as they do, for they do not practice what they teach. They tie up heavy burdens, hard to bear, and lay them on the shoulders of others; but they themselves are unwilling to lift a finger to move them. They do all their deeds to be seen by others; for they make their phylacteries broad…

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