Living Deliberately

There’s a key to living as a Christian. Deliberate Purpose.

We need to make a conscious choice to live every day in a way fitting someone who claims Christ as their Saviour. It’s the problem of being a living sacrifice – we do keep crawling off the altar at any given chance we have. Living sacrificially is often a traumatic experience.

We need to live deliberately.

Deliberate living requires the conscious choice to stay on the altar. We need to make this choice.

The sacrifice we need to make is the sacrifice of Self over God. When we choose our selves over Christ we actually choose the enemy. Our selfish desires, when not quashed, will have a negative effect on our ability to walk in a Christian way.

Christian life is hard, in case we need reminding. It’s often easier in the short term to just do what we want and “go with the flow” of our wants. If we’ve not made the deliberate intent to follow Christ sacrificially on a daily basis then we fail miserably in the long term.

Living a deliberate life is very similar to living a purposed life. It requires effort to maintain momentum and there are times of deep pain and struggle. Time will pass whether you choose to deliberately act or not. As time passes, opportunities change and fade. Some return, just in other forms. When I first felt God telling me to write the internet was in its infancy and “blogging” didn’t exist yet. I had an Atari ST computer with no internet connection. In fact I only knew one person who had internet – and that was because he was a computer programmer.

Writing for an audience seemed impossible. I dabbled a little, but eventually I stopped and moved away to other ideas. But my heart kept coming back to writing, and computers became more common. So I began to write again and eventually created this little blog. Now over 4000 times people have logged in to see what’s written here from countries I’d never dreamed anything I had to say could reach! I was tricked into looking at myself instead of at God, and as a result I was conned out of writing as He had intended for my life for the better part of 20 years. Even now, writing is a battle. I find it hard to concentrate for the time it takes to write. The doctors (who seem to enjoy titles and names) call it Attention Deficit Disorder – ADD. It’s the thing they give children ritalin for at school and 25 years ago was known as “he can’t be bothered” or “he’s too lazy” or “he just daydreams”. I got tired of wanting to be able to do what I felt God called me to do but not being capable of following through on it. I went to this doctor, and until such time as my faith matures I now have some tablets that help me concentrate for longer periods of time without turning me into the Terminator in my own home (which the first ones did).

So I write. I submit articles to magazines for publication – no replies so far, but as Churchill said “Never give up! Never give up! Never!” So I will keep sending off ideas and articles and book summaries. I know when I get the right one that the door will fly open and I’ll be suddenly catapulted into the direction I should be moving in. But it means living deliberately.

It means facing rejection and success with equal resolve. One rejection does not make an end of a career as a writer any more than one article pubished makes a writer able to quit his day-job. My style is less formal than some magazines like. It’s a lot less formal than many book publishers like. But it’s what I like to read, and there’s a lot of me in my writing. If you took the time to read everything on this blog you’d have a decent idea of the man I am, not only by what I say, but by what I omit and how I say it.

I’ve been described as conservative, liberal, charismatic, stoic, evangelical, staid and corsetted at various times in my Christian walk. I was born again – deliberate choice – in a Church of England church in Stamford, Lincolnshire in November 1985 and I told precisely noone. Starched ruffs, cassocks and albs. I was a chorister, then a server – the C of E answer to an Altar boy – until the age of 19. I moved away and took time out of church, then joined the local chapter of the Full Gospel Business Man’s Fellowship International. I was spiritually so far out of my depth the first time I heard speaking in tongues and prophecy that I was bewildered. But I lived deliberately and kept going back. The first time I gave a prophecyt was in one of those meetings, and it scared me silly. “What if I’m wrong?” “What if it’s just me?” All the normal doubt questions were shattered when one of the men responded in tears that it was exactly the answer to prayer he’d been seeking and what he needed to hear.

But it took a deliberate act to give it to him.

Currently I’m between churches. I read a lot, and I sing alone, but I maintain fellowship with other believers, just not on a Sunday in a formal setting. Sometimes over coffee in the local cafe. Sometimes as I give them a lift or vice-versa. Fellowship is central to my life, and always has been, but I do long to be in a church again – I just prefer smaller congregations with sound doctrine. Recent churches have been so large – great teaching, but massive crowds – that I feel lost in the sea. The smaller churches I visited were not centred on God. Trying to find the balance has been tricky. I’ve been Anglican, Baptist, United Reformed, New Frontiers, and independant local. The tricky part is always making sure I’m where I feel I’m supposed to be.

So for now – deliberately – my focus is on my family and my fellowship. Formal “church” will come later.

I seek each day to deliberately live for Christ. To be His voice and hands. It’s not easy as I get in the way, but I try.

I’ll put Christian music on, listen to a sermon or two and try to seek what God’s plan for the next day is in the evening as I settle into bed. If I can’t sleep I come out to my computer and write for half an hour or so. Then sleep comes easily as the enemy would rather see me asleep than writing. Either way, I win!

Live deliberately. Choose wisely.

Be decisive – cut off all other ideas once you know you’ve found what God has made you for.

And live it to the fullest, deliberately, every day.

The War Zone of Faith

John 10:10 says “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full”

That was this morning’s message from John Eldredge’s Daily Reading. He speaks of why Jesus would put the two concepts together in his book “Waking the Dead”, a book I heartily recommend.

My grandfather was a soldier involved in the D-Day landings in 1944. I don’t know the exact details as he never talked about it. In fact it wasn’t until after his death in 1988 that we discovered from one of his older friends from the war that he’d been involved in the landings themselves, not part of the general troop movement that followed it.

D-Day was the turning point of World War 2. With the successful invasion of the enemy territory victory became inevitable for the Allied forces.

Christianity has it’s own D-Day: Calvary’s Cross.

But like the war, the battle continues to rage fiercely around us. Jesus’s sacrifice has guaranteed our victory in this life and the next, but we must fight to hold it. In the First World War many troops lost their lives because the commanders of the troops stopped for breakfast on the beaches they had captured, giving the enemy a chance to regroup and repel the invasion.

We do the same. We accept salvation from hell – and I believe hell is a literal place as Jesus referred to it as such – but we don’t fight for the victory on this side of death.

I recently came close to losing my right foot as a result of not looking after it properly. I am affected by diabetes and as a result I don’t feel my feet any more. The shoes I’d worn were not a good fit, which I wasn’t aware of and by the time I realised my foot was badly infected. After over a month of treatment my foot is safe again, but I’ve got rid of the offending footware! Saving my foot has been a battle – one which still continues as the infection may have gone, but the wound site is still very much an open wound.

Something this episode with my foot has reminded me of is that I need to remember to actively fight to protect what is mine, whether it be my foot or anything that has been won for me spiritually by Christ’s Sacrifice – including the healing of my body from diabetes! My problem is that I don’t fight on an active level too much. I submit to God, but I don’t remember to actively resist the devil, and as a result I find myself making breakfast on the beach and getting into the position where I almost lose my foot. It wasn’t always like that.

I used to be more active in my Spiritual battles. I would fight passionately and vehemently for what God had provided, and I wouldn’t stop my pursuit until I received the prize satan was blocking me from receiving. Now I find I tire easily, and as a result I don’t push as hard as I used to. The consequence is that the enemy wins more battles in my life and the lives of my family, and I get more exhausted from the fight.

Faith is a war zone. If I remember this I fight with all my strength, resisting the lies of the enemy and pushing through until the victory promised has been secured so it can never be taken back. If I don’t, I lose ground and I lose heart.

At the moment I’m believing for a fresh start for my business. The battle has been hard, but we’ve been hugely blessed by funding coming in from very unexpected sources. We will be able to pay our bills and run for some time while the business gets its roots re-established after a time of winter where we were unable to work at all. The doors are opening, and God is moving mountains because we are submitting to Him and actively fighting against the enemy who would seek to steal this blessing from us. Every day we have the opportunity to quit. Every day something comes up which could force us to back down and give up. And every day we commit the project to God once more and tackle the issues until they yield and the door opens.

The trick is to ask for the wisdom to recognise when a door is closed because God closed it, and when it’s closed because the enemy is trying to hinder our receiving God’s Best. It’s often hard to distinguish between the two possibilities, which is why being actively engaged with God is so important.

We must remember to stay in touch with our great Commander.

This war is not one to be taken lightly. Our faith will be tested repeatedly and we will be beaten down time and again, but the key to victory is to keep getting up and fighting on.

And claiming the Victory in the War Zone we call walking by Faith.

Be a Conscious Overcomer

We talk a lot about the “Overcoming Faith” that Jesus gives. Most people think that’s either for others or that the writer knows nothing about what he’s writing about.

I live in a state of Hope, by choice. It starts by knowing I’m loved, and then Hope and Faith come naturally. But to understand where I come from you need to know my story. Since I can’t sleep tonight because it’s on my mind I’ll share some of it.

I’m 42. Born in the baby boom of the early 1970s. I attended my first family funeral in 1985, but our first taste of family death was in 1981 when my dad’s youngest sister was killed in a house-fire. She was my favourite aunt, born-again and vibrant, and always had a smile. It was infections. I was only very little, but I remember a blue elephant playing with her at our home. It’s one of my oldest mempries and since I was only 9 when she died it’s precious to me.

In 1983 dad’s cousin, like Yvonne a nurse, died of cancer. We were a large and close family and her loss was felt although I was only 11.

Dad had suspected throat cancer in 1984. Scared the daylights out of us. I remember Robin being worried about him. He was 8 at the time. The nodules were benign, but we were thrown badly. The in February 1985 Robin, my only brother, was killed in a road accident a month before his 10th birthday and six weeks before my 13th.

Despair became a companion for a long time. My mum was ill, a breast lump removed in 1987, and her dad died of cancer in 1988. Her mum succombed to cancer in 1991. There was pain and heartbreak through my childhood and teens. I was bullied mercilessly and developed a destructive depression with a violent temper that would have got me into serious trouble if I’t not been able to only release it when there happened to be several people strong enough to hold me back to help me. By the time I left school at 18 I’d been threatened with expulsion more than once and talked out of suicide four times and dragged off two people who because of intervention live to tell the tale.

I left Lincolnshire to start a new life in Devon, but my ghosts haunted me. I moved in with a girl I’d begun dating because it stopped me getting teased for being single. Naturally, I now was teased for my choice of partner. But into a new environment I was able to begin to find hope. My faith began to grow and has never fully disappeared. Cultivating Hope and Faith has become a big part of who I am. In my last post I mentioned being consciously aware of who God wants us to be. It starts with active pursuit of the vision He has for us, for your life.

Right now for me it’s writing. And flying (although I’m careful not to share that too often with my wife). It is difficult to consciously overcome an onslaught.

In the last 5 years alone my wife has had to fight what will eventually be a terminal illness – there is no cure for her condition, we simply have to find hope and Faith each day that at the end of this day there’ll be another one. We lost our home, our business and our health as a couple. But still I hold on to God’s Love for Me, My wife, and that He has a plan that does not involve defeat. Jeremiah 29:11 is burned in my heart as is Isaiah 40:31, so I wait on God to soar like an eagle and see the good plans and the future He has laid out for me.

Just today I talked to Rene, this morning so despondent she wanted to die – not hypothetically, but for real – and by this evening we had begun to see mountains move towards rebuilding a life with everything and more that we have lost in the last five years restored to us. Yes, it will take work. Dear Lord it will take every ounce of sweat we have for some time, but we will do it. First the recovery of a business, then rebuilding a home on the large plot my mum and I own. But one thing at a time. Hope can only come from accepting love. And Faith can only come from Hope.

And we need all three to live a life as consciously overcoming the trials and tribulations the enemy throws at us. We need to decide – truly decide – to overcome. We must cut ourselves off from any other course of action that would seek to destroy our path to overcoming, no matter how painful it may be – and it will be painful. We’re not fighting an enemy who plays fair, and we need to be ruthless spiritually to defeat a ruthless foe. The spiritual war is no place for chivalry. We must take no prisoners, we must on a spiritual level totally eliminate anything and anyone who stands against what we know God has inspired. If people speak against what we know to be God, we must put them away from us, no matter who they are. I’m not advocating “yes-men” attitudes, but rather a untied fellowship who will march with a single purpose. Think of Frodo and the band setting out from Rivendell, 9 warriors to match the 9 wraiths. Some will fall, some will be restored. Some will falter and recover, and all will find strength they did not know they had.

We need fellowship. The importance is essential. We need guidance from a sage like Gandalf, from warriors like Aragorn and Boromir, from down-to-earth character like Gimli and simple honest folk like Merry and Pippin, and faithful friends like Samwise and Legolas. Our fellowhips will look different, but they will be what we need to become a conscious overcomer.

But like Frodo, we must choose to continue the quest God places before us. And please, take the fellowhips based on the books not the movies – there’s so much more depthe in Tolkein than in Jackson. Don’t get me wrong, the movies were amazing, but there’s so much more in the books. Choices emphasised by the book are missed in the movies, consequences in the books are left out completely, and the changes the quest has on the travellers is glossed over in the movies. Aragorn is not the hesitant man of the movies, but the one who calls for the reforging of the shards. The hobbits are fearless because they have no idea the perils that lie before them, but so it is with us. Some of our company will be fearless because they are battle-hardened already. Some because they are naive.

They all have a part to play in our quest. And we all have a quest to play a crucal role in. Frodo is told if He fails the quest will fail. The same is true for all of us. God has a mission only you can complete, whether it’s Richard Branson building Space tourism or young john down the road helping the little girl next door tie her shoes the first time. At on point my mission was heping a boy with a learning “disability” – one I’ve since been diagnosed with myself (Attention Deficit Disorder) – to understand how to tell time and the difference between the 24 hour clock, am and pm time. It took us weeks, working one-on-one, but he mastered it, and the sense of accomplishment as he mastered his quest was one that filled my heart with such joy. Another boy could barely read at the start of the year. By the end of it he had read “The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe” and understood it. He loved it so much he asked his parents to buy him the Narnia set for his birthday – which he proudly showed me the day I left the school.

He became a conscious overcomer. So did I.

So can you. No matter the problem, no matter the size of the issue.

My wife asks me “David, How can I eat an elephant?” I answer “One bite at a time”

One bite at a time. It takes time, but we will overcome if we just keep chewing.

Consciously overcoming. Choosing each day not to quit – and it’s hard.

In 1999 I attempted suicide 4 times in just over a month following my dad’s death. My wife’s illness drives me to despair more that I’d like to admit, but the Cros
s and the strength of Jesus allows me Hope. Hope gives me Faith. Faith that even though this battle has been long and hard that I will see the victory.

By deciding every day to overcome my enemy.


So can you with God’s Power in the Holy Spirit. Don’t go it alone. I tried in 1999, and I don’t recommend it. Commit your plan to God and if He says “GO”, the do it. If He says “NO” then ask “Where?”

Be mindful of God’s presence and let Him guide you – He longs to do it.

Be conscious, and be an overcomer.

Your Intended Life

We all grew up with dreams. Many of them get shattered along the way and we grow out of some of them, but there are always a few that stay in the back of our minds, entrenched in our hearts.

For me it’s flying. I was in the cadets as a teenager and flew light aircraft – two seaters – many times up to the age of 18. It’s over 20 years, but I can’t shake the dream of flying again. It drives my wife nuts. She hates that I ride a motorbike where all I have to worry about is left and right. Add up and down into the equation and she has kittens at the thought.

But the dream is still there. The first time I saw the movie “Reach for the Sky” I was hooked. And I was 3 years old. I wanted to watch that movie over and over again – but had to put up with having the music on an old vinyl LP until the BBC saw fit to show it again. A pilot who beat the odds after losing both his legs in an accident but then became a hero in the wartime fighter squadrons. Douglas Bader was my first real hero.

The dream didn’t die. I still long to soar on wings over the ground, spitfires, microlights, heck strap a lawnmower to a plank and I’ll try it. I just want to get into the air.

I believe God has placed that passion in me, that dream. It’s a deliberate placement. I don’t know why. When He’s given me the time I’ve not had the money. When the money’s been there it’s been way tool hectic to find the time. Right now I’m broke, but with all the time in the workd to try. Again.

The blocks keep going up, but I can’t shake the dream. I ask God to take it from me and He doesn’t. I ask Him to replace it with something else. He only shows me how I can use it to Glorify Him.

So my prayer has changed. I’m asking for funding and time and my wife’s agreement to all come together. Nothing short of a work of God will allow that combination to happen. Especially my wife’s agreement.

But what is my intended life?

I feel God’s pleasure when I write. Like Eric Liddel, another hero of mine from my childhood, I was made to do God’s work, but when I write I feel Him dancing over me.

I like to have a candle burning near me when I write. It’s gentle flame flickers and reminds me we are temporal, but the darkness itself cannot snuff it out – only I can do that. I find it’s healthy (although if they ever let me near the controls of an airplane I doubt a lit candle in the cockpit will be permitted).

Our dreams are our intended life. They are the Life God designed us for in the womb. He had a specific purpose in mind for every conceived soul – and yes, I am pro-life. Abortion should never, ever be used for birth control following consenting intercourse. I’m less sure about rape, but I believe the “morning after pill” and other emergency contraception methods are not abortion. After the quickening of a heartbeat it is a different matter – that soul has a purpose, and we should not be playing God by destroying it.

But back to the point.

We dream. We have desires we daydream about. I never met anyone working in a cubicle – and I’ve done my share of time in that environment – who dreamed of coming back the following day and doing the same thing again. Most of them dream of returning with gasoline and matches. Or not returning at all.

I have a simple dream right now. To spend time living in England on a narrow-boat, cruising the canals for a year and writing about the experience. Seeing my homeland slide by at no more than 3 miles per hour and being able to tie up and visit quaint little villages and towns I’d never otherwiose consider going to. Seeing them from a boat, and wherever I tie up is home for the night. Or two.

Escape from the rat-race for a year. See if a publisher will go for it “A Christian’s Year Afloat in England”, speaking in churches and gently wandering on, meandering through the countryside whatever the weather. It’s an attractive though to me – less so for my wife, who I think would go nuts but I think would do her good. But is it my intended life?

Probably not. I have too much of a Warrior’s heart. I enjoy the fight of Spiritual Warfare too much, seeing battles fought and won on a daily basis – although a bit more in the way of daily victory would be nice. Poor health has dogged us both for most of the last five years, mostly my wife with surgical complications, more recently emotional stressors and for me a badly septic foot which could have cost me one or more toes if left any later, perhaps more, to be treated. It’s ont thing to understand the healing power of the atonement of Christ, but manifesting it 100% of the time is proving to be tricky. I rely on God meeting me where I am and providing miracle healing not miracle health at the moment. It’s simply where my faith has grown to, no condemnation, simply a statement of where I’ve reached. I’ve prayed for others and seen complete healing instantly. I’ve received other healings instantly from laying on of hands, but I struggle to let go of some things.

We all do.

It prevents us living our intended life. We need to live it deliberately. That means letting go of certain things. I managed to let go of gout when I got fed up of being crippled every few weeks by a demented bone-dwarf trying to mine out of my foot. I got prayer, and the healing was instant. I put my full faith and I got angry with the enemy for daring to afflict me like that. He’s never come back in that way.

I got slightly upset with the diabetes progressing in my body and prayed accordingly. It’s not got worse since, but it’s still there – I’m not angry with it. Although almost losing my toes this last week has made me more upset to be sure. Time will tell.

But what is my intended life? I keep coming back to preaching and flying, an odd combination. But I feel if the Ozzies can have the Flying Doctor, why shouldn’t the South Africans have the “Flying Pastor”? And why not me? My wife’s a doctor. We could work as a team (if she’d get into a plane with me at the controls). Me teach their spirits and her treat their bodies. I don’t see the problem – except the cost of a plane anyway.

Life’s brief candle. We can run a station, we can do what we do best. But we have such limited time. I’m over 40. In fact I’m officially closer to 45 than 40 now. She’s closer to 40. We have limited time, but then why do we have to let that stop us? Moses was 80 when they left Egypt and he led them for forty years. Joshua and Caleb scouted the land ad 40 and entered it at 80, then Caleb went to claim the mountains where the Giants lived approaching 100 years old. Abraham was 100. Why not.

It’s never too late to begin to live your intended life.

Just have the courage to take the first step.

Insufficient Faith

I reposted an entry from a year or so ago recently about Faith. This is a continuation – albeit a year later – of the thought that inspired it.

I was reading James again, and it really hits me every time recently how we need to act on the Faith God gives us. It’s easy to say we have faith, but stepping out in that faith is another matter. It takes courage and the ability to look beyond fear and unbelief that the enemy would throw into our paths. It’s easy to overlook the possibility of the supernatural when all the natural is screaming “IT WON’T WORK” for all it’s worth.

I sit right now with bandaged feet because I have a lack of sensations in my toes as a result of something called “diabetic neuropathy”. Basically I ended up with massive injuries to my toes I don’t feel because of this condition. It pre-dates the diabetes diagnosis in my life, but I’m assured it’s sugar that caused the problem in my blood and consequently in my nerves. Mostly it’s not a problem as it hasn’t got worse since I began to understand that healing is part of the atonement, and God will not withold health any more than forgiveness. But my heart has to overcome a lot of years of denial, so it’s not as simple for me as “ok, I can feel now”.

I believe – since this “progressive” illness has halted in its tracks – that I will eventually see reversal and health return, I just need greater understanding to see the faith manifest in my life.

And it’s this manifestation that’s the issue.

Having faith alone is not worth a dime. Faith is dead – worthless – unless we act to demonstrate it. Jesus went around forgiving sins, and produced healing and release form demonic possession as a sign of the power He had. But as well as being fully God, we must remember He was fully Man as well. That means He needed to know in Faith that the prayer would produce action. Peter and the disciples had to learn this after the day of Pentecost, and before when Jesus had sent them out in His Name to heal and teach. Their faith, we can surmise from the lack of questions recorded by them on their return from the mission, was 100% successful, nothing left unfinished.

Ours can be the same, but we need to act on that faith we have. Jesus was received back into this world because of Faith powerful enough to reverse death itself in His own body. We have that same faith, and Jesus promised we would do greater works than He had done because He was going to be with the Father.

Now I’ll be happy to just equal what Jesus did. I don’t feel a need to surpass Him in acts of Faith, in fact the thought scares me. He raised the dead with a word. Three times, plus Himself. I’ll be happy if I can receive feeling in my toes!

But we are actually called to exceed Jesus’ works. He never spoke on television. He never used radio to broadcast. He was an average-looking guy from Nazareth who wandered around and spoke to people, healed their sickness where they had the faith to receive it – a central part of the process – and restored their souls. Exceeding Jesus’ exploits in this world is our mandate, our commission. He told us to.

But how do we do it?

The answer “by Faith” is inadequate to say the least. When Jesus returns from His transfiguration He rebukes the disciples for not being able to heal the boy with epilepsy/demonic influence. He tells them the type comes out only by prayer and fasting, but He doesn’t go off and fast for a week before He heals the boy – rather He heals him on the spot. That says something about the lifestyle Jeses calls us to rather than the strength of the demon. Jesus would often go off by Himself to draw close to the Father and recharge Himself spiritually. We know He fasted 40 days in the wilderness before He began His ministry here, but there’s no reason to believe He didn’t fast again during His Earthly life. There are many festivals in the Jewish calendar that may require fasting, which Jesus would have perhaps observed. We know not always as he rebuked the disciples of John the Baptist for their chastising of the disciples for not fasting at one point (Matthew 9:14-15), but He may well have fasted Himself as a way of staying close to God – and it’s implied when He reminds them in Mark 9:28-29 that their attempt to cast out the demon was unsuccessful because ““This kind can come out by nothing but prayer and fasting.”” (NKJV). The inferrence is not that the demon was stronger, but rather that their life needed to include fasting and prayer to see the intimacy of relationship that allows the manifestation of such mighty works.

We often miss the understanding of the need to fast, and as a result our prayers become weakened, and we finish off with “if it be your will” as we pray, thereby saying “well ce sera sera” to whether the person is healed or released. Jesus never once left someone with faith to receive unhealed. He never once left someone possessed. Rather He healed and set free all who asked Him. There was never a question of timing. Never a question of learning. It was always done on the spot.

Our faith needs to produce the same results. We need to understand that our faith is completed by our actions, not generated by them. We lose sight of this and as a result we miss out on miracles every day.

I was healed of Gout in my foot. It literally crippled me during an attack. I couldn’t walk, drive or even bear to put weight on it. Until in the middle of an attack I rebuked it, and as a sign of my faith I stamped my foot – hard – on the offending joint. The pain left and has never returned. I took action. That was over ten years ago. I’ve never had the courage to do that with diabetes. As a result I have to inject myself once a day and take several oral medications to control it, but my sugar levels are normal now as a result.

Faith is completed by action. Faith in words only is worthless. Anyone can claim faith, but if there’s no action to back it up then there’s no evidence. Particularly in this 21st Century world where everyone and his dog asks for “proof” of things, then we need to follow Jesus’ example of using miracles as a means of proof to the true Power of the Gospel and the Word of God in our lives and in the World today.

So is faith insufficient?

Alone, yes. But add action to it and the power flows and the Love of God working through us will reach even the coldest of broken hearts and allow healing, love and recovery to Salvation in.

Be true to the Faith. Hold fast to the Confession of Jesus Christ, and the Power of His Word working through our hands to deliver His miracles to the World and fulfil His vision.