The day the church understand the reality of the Spirit of the living God dwelling within them- will be one of the finest realities this world has ever seen. We’ve spent too long crying out ‘Come Lord Jesus’ to a Spirit who is already in us and amongst us. Hours of prayer meetings are spent beckoning forth an open heaven, missing that they’ve been open since the day Jesus broke forth from the Jordan with John at his side.

Love is not a slicker programme or a forced offering. Love is not transient, irritable or resentful. It does not boast or rejoice at wrongdoing. To love, requires no theological degree or space filled in on a form. Each heart was built for love, and therefore longs for love: the love of loves.

Take off your shoes he whispers and reach out your hand. All along we’ve been walking on holy ground, we’ve just rarely known it away from the comfort of protected feet.