Sarah Joy Holden

Jesus, betrayed, arrested, flogged, Sentenced to a criminal's penalty, Within Him no guilt was found, Yet still the orders came - Crucify. A wooden cross held Him up, As the nails tore into His flesh. Crown of thorns sits on His head, 'King of the Jews' the sign read. In His final breath He said: "Eloi, Eloi lema sabachthani." Lowly He hung his head, Where He gave up His spirit. In the shadow of the cross, His body broken for each of us. No greater love there ever was, Than a friend giving...

Many once knew me as Blind Bartimaeus; my story is told in the most famous book. But I’ll tell you what happened after my sight was restored. How, from my perspective, it has been for me. When Jesus restored my sight, I moved immediately from physical darkness to vibrant clarity, looking first at Jesus' face. There was no slow adjustment period or blurry recovery. After years of relying on sound, touch, and smell on what is known as my corner (Barney's corner) in Jericho, colours, shapes,...

Running, running, running, like we're endlessly competing. Life just keeps on turning and giving - dedicated, from beginning to the end. You've got to show willingness, cannot be seen to be dilly-dallying. There's no time for contemplating, can't sit around procrastinating. There are always things to be done, there's simply no time to waste. A task that requires no praise, is completed in humble silence. But we're running, yes we're running; always here, there and everywhere. When did...