Anita Mathias's Blog on Faith and Art
The Happiness of Those who Walk in Forgiveness, Irene at 5. Okay, so I am at this Revival Alliance Conference, listening to amazing speakers like Bill Johnson, John Arnott and Heidi Baker whom I’ve heard before and whose vision, talks and books I … [Continue reading]
1 Christians, Quit so Oppositional In which I muse on Chik-fil-A 2 God at the Bottom of the Laundry Basket: Or, The Disasters when Men Counsel Women 3 Lonnie Frisbee, the most influential gay Christian in the last century 4 Chalk Circles, … [Continue reading]
I have heard of the English Evangelical Revival when at the preaching of Whitfield, miners wept, their tears making white lines on their coal-black faces. I have heard of the 1904 revival in Wales, when the Spirit of God fell powerfully on … [Continue reading]
Nik Wallenda performs a walk on a tightrope during a training session in a wind-driven mist at Niagara Falls, New York, on Monday. Image Credit I’ve know a lovely man who, a few years ago, fell off a ladder, and broke his back, severing his … [Continue reading]
My twenties were an amazing decade. Likewise, my forties. (In my thirties, I had babies!)In my twenties, besides moving to the UK and then the US, getting married, and earning two degrees, I1 1) learned to ride a bike, aged 22. … [Continue reading]
Okay, I recently had one of the biggest sermon surprises in my decades of hanging around the beautiful, broken Church of Jesus Christ. I came to RiverCamp to hear Heidi Baker, as well as Mark Stibbe because I am interested in his message of the … [Continue reading]
Image Credit Some decidedly Pentecostal moments from River Camp.A lovely little boy bouncing in the mud puddles. Another one cheerfully calls, “Malachi, there’s more water here.”Malachi. We looked around, startled. One of the themes of River Camp is … [Continue reading]
Today at River Camp, this lovely Irish guy called Simon Foster, who looks a bit like Hugh Grant, walks on stage to preach, and something about his bleached blonde hair, his walk, his face, alerts my gaydar. I whisper to Roy, “He’s gay.” “Ssssh,” … [Continue reading]