The responsibility of the media (whether television, radio, print or digital media) is very high in an environment like the current one in Spain.
The sun can now get right down into every corner of the garden, the tender shoots of new grass can finally start to flourish.
Why is there no room for God in our society?
This kind of situation has Jesus written all over it…
The guests are celebrities such as writers, comic book artists, politicians and journalists, so I’m not sure what I was doing there.
‘Being’ is more important than ‘doing’ (because without a relationship with God, only death awaits). In short, whatever you do, let it be inspired by love!
Within an inch of victory, a very popular newspaper (a giant) makes me bite the dust, refusing the interview that it dangled in front of me.
There’s a Heavenly kind of logic, right there: If you believe, you’ll see (not the other way round).
And something happens inside little godless, lawless me: I need to know more about it.
Whatever your fears are (timidity, challenges, etc.), here’s a piece of advice: if Jesus asks you to walk on water, don’t think about it too much, just do it…
Jesus is stronger than death.
A big Harley, with a roar that would make hell tremble, is parked in front of the church door.
– “I beg your pardon?” – “Yes, the person you need to see is Mr Crow! Come this way, follow me, I’ll introduce him to you, I’m his wife!”
As soon as I arrived at the apartment, my ten year old son called out to me from his bed: - ‘Dad! Dad! I’ve got a passage from the Bible to read to you...’
We all prayed before the computer, with its email from Beijing, opening a new door to the Holy Spirit to reach a whole country.
I walk on to a stretch on the edge of the forest that is particularly full of light, and right there: Whoosh!
I am listening to Revelation 21 which talks to me about God’s house, with its foundations of precious stones... I stop: - ‘Precious stones!’
As there is no better way of gaining time than by talking with God I go into the forest.
These giants contemplate me scornfully from on high, looking at the little man at their feet in a monk-like silence. Who dares disturb their sleep?
The feng shui mirrors, the statuettes of Ganesh, the Tarot games... From now on, they have no need of these lucky charms and protections, as they have all of that and morem, in Jesus alone!
She still doesn’t know the sweetness of this voice: it is the voice of Jesus, who is entering the game again!
His wife’s body, bathed in sweat, is in the throes of convulsions. Véro would love to be able to cry out, but her cries remain stuck in her throat.
The Bertys free their chakras, consult all kinds of ‘specialists’: masters in guided meditation, mediums, kinesiologists, cleaners of cellular memories and even their animal totem (a snake!) to try to discover what they still lack…
We set off, waving our last goodbyes to all those who made us so welcome... and at this exact moment, the mountain decides to show itself to us in all its splendor.
The question should rather be: ‘Where do you look to?’
In the days and weeks that followed, I tried to contact them but the mail I sent to them was returned to me as the flat was no longer occupied. Puzzled, I made enquiries with their neighbors, but bizarrely, no-one seemed to have ever come across them..