Her Name Is Marissa

I met her quite by chance, or maybe not. I'm walking down Church Street in a blistering noontime heat in Georgetown, Guyana. Passing a vendor's stall that appears quite empty, I suddenly hear a faint voice, but I can't tell … Read more

Gifts

I believe that a chainsaw can be useful in the right hands. The other day I was up in a tree at my parents' house cutting down a branch with my dad's chainsaw. It was a bit scary because I … Read more

Plough Monday

In the course of my work, I regularly come across little snippets about life in years gone by which are totally useless, except perhaps as bits of party trivia. However, I recently discovered something that I found quite interesting. Apparently … Read more

Boxes

In light of recent events, I have wanted to think about where I am before God, and what He expects of me. So I went down the imaginary stairs of my consciousness, to the inner store-cupboard of my being. I … Read more

Old Faithful

While on holiday last summer, we visited Yellowstone National Park in the United States. This is an amazing area, filled with hot springs, geysers, mud pots, and various other forms of natural phenomena. We spent two-and-a-half days there, exploring as … Read more