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- Why Our Church Brought Back the Potluck SupperFor a few years our small congregation noticed something parishes across the country have been quietly observing. Weeknight events grew thinly attended, Sunday…
- What Happened When I Stopped Multitasking My DevotionsI used to read my Bible with a podcast humming in one ear and a half-finished cup of tea cooling beside the laptop. The screen held an open document, my phone…
- Hospitality as a bridge for wounded small group fellowshipSmall groups across Australian churches often look healthy from the outside. Volunteers serve tea, songbooks are open, and a leader offers a closing prayer.…
- Speaking of heaven with children in a way that brings peaceEvery parent knows the moment when a small voice asks a question far bigger than the kitchen can hold. A child looks up from a plate of vegemite toast and…
- A testimony of peace after a painful church splitI never imagined I would write these words. For nearly two decades, the small church I loved in Brisbane had been my anchor through university degrees,…
- Clutter, grace, and the quiet work of a tidy homeMost Australian households have at least one drawer that refuses to close properly. It might be the junk drawer in the kitchen, the pile of unread catalogues…
- A Season of Unanswered Questions and How to Pray Through ItMost of us know the feeling long before we have language for it. The tests come back inconclusive. The job offer stalls. The prodigal child is still away. The…
- Why I Started a Daddy-Daughter Date Night MinistryThe idea began with an ordinary evening and an uncomfortable realisation. I was spending plenty of time with my daughter, yet much of it happened while rushing…
- Rebuilding together: what Nehemiah shows us about renewed communityThe book of Nehemiah opens with a man who has not slept properly in weeks. News arrives from Jerusalem that the city walls are still in rubble, and the people…
- The Gift of a Quiet Morning: Rediscovering the Sacredness of SilenceIn the half-light before the kookaburras begin their chorus, there is a particular kind of Australian morning that feels suspended in grace. The kettle has not…
