by Joy Lenton “When the Sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they might go and anoint him. And very early…
by Joy Lenton On the cross brought down to dust his body pierced and soul crushed never more alone trapped in the deepest darkness no wriggle room on the cross his…
by Joy Lenton We feel raw and vulnerable when we encounter a need for healing in ourselves, whether it concerns our physical or mental health. The healing process has as many…
by Joy Lenton It’s Good Friday. A day unlike any other, as the universe holds its breath. A day filled with sombreness and suspense. And a day when history became…
By Joy Lenton — A profound sense of the ineffable runs through our veins but we might mistake it for murmurs from another place. Perhaps we hear instead the pulse…
By Joy Lenton — It’s Good Friday. We see Jesus: already battered, bruised and torn, making His stumbling progression to Calvary. He’s always been the One and only Son of…
By Joy Lenton — They huddled together, mournful and afraid, forgetting that the grave didn’t have the final say. Nor did the resurrection of the risen, ascended Saviour mean He…
by Joy Lenton How is light revealed when godliness lies concealed? A tiny newborn baby seems too small to bear the weight of glory concealed within. We discover, little by…
by Joy Lenton I watch curiously out the window, wondering when signs of celebration will appear, because our neighbours across the street usually like to get a head-start on their…
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