About The One Cup Experience

Why do I drink? Someone got me thinking about that very simple question. If it was all just about survival then we wouldn’t really need to drink anything other than water. There is something more to drinking that surviving. There’s something about it that can be about enrichment and stimulation. What it can do to […]

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About A Sentiment Worth Reviewing

Growing up in a church background, there was a statement I heard bandied about as a badge of honour. I’m Holy Ghost filled, water baptised with Jesus on my mind. As with a number of statements, they were easy to declare in a conducive setting. Music playing, feeling the vibe, sensing the mood, uplifted in […]

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Do You Really Need It?

You can do without it. You don’t need it. In my childhood I loved watching TV. I could watch it for hours at a time. When it was the summer holidays I thought I could wake up and just watch telly all day long. On reflection there wasn’t that much on worth watching. Even these […]

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Light Off, Light On

The loss of a loved one is like a light going out in the world. For me there is only the comfort that there is a light that can never be extinguished or overcome. It is the the hope from that light, that keeps things shining when times get bleak and grim. Recently I heard […]

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Something About A New Chapter

When you look back, you can see the chapters. Then there’s a more conscious sense that a chapter is coming to an end. It doesn’t always end how you want to, but there is a sense in which that chapter has come to a close. If it was a particularly tough time, then the end […]

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Acceptable To Who?

Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. (Romans 12:2) My experience of that period of my life was not so much about being a rebel to my parents. I […]

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Holding On

I remember holding on tightly. Not that it hurt him particularly, because this five year-old’s grip on the man’s hand was hardly going to leave a massive impression. I gripped it though. I gripped it for all it was worth, because it was a sign of safety. It was a sign that all was well […]

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