Thoughts from Stan

Humility Humility is that most evasive of character traits which, when we declare ourselves to have it, we’ve lost it… or have we? The Old Testament prophet Micah says: He has shown you, O man, what is good; and what does the LORD require of you, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk... Sign in to see full entry.

Jesus, Be My Lord Jesus, be my Lord, I say But terms and conditions apply Yes please be my Lord and Saviour But I’ll tell You where to pry You see I’m happy with my life Lord I just need your salvation I need to know Where I’m going to go When I leave this earthly station So let’s sit down and talk... Sign in to see full entry.

The Unthinkable “I have a job for you and I want you to organise the choir.” “Do you want the chamber choir or the full works?” asked the angel responsible for the worshipping hosts. “I want the fullest choir you can give me. I want about ten thousand top-notch, all-singing, all dancing angels to... Sign in to see full entry.

The Apprentice My dad was a grave digger. He often said he occupied “the lowest rung on the social ladder.” That was one of his many oft-repeated sayings. “The old dog for the hard road” was another. By this he was referring to his hard life, so that when things were going against him, he would use... Sign in to see full entry.

My Neighbour A certain man was travelling from one nice part of town to another. His car had broken down and it was starting to rain. So he decided to take a short cut. It was the sort of short cut that your mummy would tell you to never consider, at least not alone. He had to go through a ghetto.... Sign in to see full entry.

The Unfading Dream What’s your name?” is a common enough question. It asks us something that is essential to our identity. But what if you are known simply as “Child number 50”? What does that do to you? As far as the person responsible for the communal wardrobe at the orphanage was concerned,... Sign in to see full entry.

The Feather As a child I suffered from a skin condition called acute eczema. Maybe it’s not accurate to say that I suffered from it; it was more like torture. It was acute indeed. Apparently it was a nervous related disease. My family used to say I was highly strung. I’m not sure that was a... Sign in to see full entry.

How much does Jesus love me? How much does Jesus love me? Enough to step out of heaven and shrink to become a tiny baby. How much does Jesus love me? Enough to be born in a stable and sleep in a feeding trough. How much does Jesus love me? Enough to endure the scorn of questionable parenthood. How... Sign in to see full entry.

Exile Exile. Even the word sounds unfriendly and uninviting. Exile is a place you don’t want to be and you probably haven’t been involved in the decision to get you there. It seems that exile can just come out of nowhere and slap you hard in the face; like the exile of a broken heart, or a huge... Sign in to see full entry.