By: Danni Synot
Loss and grief, whether it be death or another form of loss, changes people, how can it not? Continue reading “Patience Through Grief”
Patience Through Grief
Why Mending What’s Broken Always Means Moving
By: Jennie Scott
I lay immobile on the operating table. Numb from the chest down, I could only watch as nurses draped the sterile field of my abdomen with blue cloth. They counted gauze strips and scalpels, forceps and scissors. They prepared my body for the birth of my child, a birth in which I would be a passive observer. Continue reading “Why Mending What’s Broken Always Means Moving”
Christian Writer Timothy Keller Asks for Prayer After “Providential” Cancer Diagnosis
By: Clare Bruce
Author and pastor Tim Keller has asked for prayers as he announced on social media that he had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in its early stages. Continue reading “Christian Writer Timothy Keller Asks for Prayer After “Providential” Cancer Diagnosis”
Is There an End to Infectious Disease?
By: City Bible Forum
Infectious disease is the topic of conversation at the moment. We explore the challenges and risks of infectious disease, vaccines and a hope for the future. A timely conversation to mark the three year anniversary of Bigger Questions Continue reading “Is There an End to Infectious Disease?”
Being Heard is the First Step to Healing
By: Sheridan Voysey
‘Being heard is the first step to healing.’ These words from Patrick Regan sum up well the TV conversation you’re about to see.
Continue reading “Being Heard is the First Step to Healing”
I See You… Miracles Day through the Eyes of Radio Listener Lyn Wake
By: Lyn Wake
Like many Australians, I have always loved travelling, and experiencing the unique sights, sounds and flavours that accompany exploring a new country. Continue reading “I See You… Miracles Day through the Eyes of Radio Listener Lyn Wake”
Why Mending What’s Broken Always Means Moving
By: Jennie Scott
Only hours before, I lay immobile on the operating table. Numb from the chest down, I could only watch as nurses draped the sterile field of my abdomen with blue cloth. They counted gauze strips and scalpels, forceps and scissors. They prepared my body for the birth of my child, a birth in which I would be a passive observer. Continue reading “Why Mending What’s Broken Always Means Moving”