FAIR SUNSHINE

The Gospel of Matthew. Twenty fifth chapter. Verses fourteen up till thirtieth. One Master. Three servants. Each received according to his several ability, yet none was sent away empty-handed. When their lord departed, two immediately applied themselves to the business committed unto them. The other, possessing an unworthy fear of his master, rendered his talent useless by withholding it from the very purpose for which it had been entrusted. The faithful were commended, not because they had been given much, but because they had proved faithful in little. The wicked and slothful servant, though he had done nothing, presumed even to accuse his lord and commend himself, "I may not have added to what is thine, I have not taken away from it either." Yet the master's expectation remained unchanged: that what had been entrusted should yield increase. So it is with us. Time is the most precious commodity committed unto our stewardship, and yet it is that which we squander ...

Journal Entry. 24th July, 2026. 1:38AM Therefore they that were scattered abroad went every where preaching the word. Acts 8:4 I n modern Christendom, attendance upon the public worship of God is commonly accounted the chief evidence of Christian devotion, though it is often the least costly expression of a believer's profession. It asks but little sacrifice, exposes us to but little reproach for the name of Christ, and requires but little denial of self (I say modern, for it is different in mountain and tribal regions where believers sacrifice walking for hours for fellowship, barefoot through rivers and forests at the cost of life and limb, and back still without anything to eat) . Yet there is a solemn difference between assembling faithfully with the saints, according to the commandment of Scripture, and resting in that attendance as though it fulfilled the whole duty of the Christian life. I sometimes think of men such as Foxe or Purves, not writing of the theology of ...

I have been young, and now am old, Yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, Nor his seed begging bread. Psalm 37:25 W e have now been (back) in Peru for one year, as a family of four. When we first arrived in Peru as missionaries, we had no children, and we had only been married for six months. We had also been saved for a very short time. One of the first books that marked our lives and ministry as young Christians was George Muller’s “Answers to Prayer” . This book impacted our lives so deeply, that we asked God to give us the same kind of faith that George Muller had. Many people have said that George Muller had the gift of faith. However, he never considered himself to have the “gift of faith”, but was only obeying what he saw in the Scriptures. George Muller was a man who brought all of his prayers and requests to God, pouring out his needs to Him, and trusting that God alone would impress the hearts of fellow-believers, who in turn would feel the burden, desire, and need t...

Journal Entry. 20th July, 2026. 1:42 AM T he heart of man ever leans upon seeking its worth in that which it can accomplish. Some labor to distinguish themselves by success in their calling, others by the esteem of men, and not a few by an outward diligence in the duties of religion. Even the preaching of the Gospel, if divorced from love towards Christ, may become but another work whereby the conscience seeketh to justify itself before men or to quiet its own uneasy accusations. Yet such pursuits take us very far from true rest. Performance is a master that is never satisfied. The more it demandeth, the more it requireth; and the soul that serveth it soon findeth itself wearied by its labors and embittered by its continual disappointments. No measure of human achievement can bestow that peace which God alone is able to give. But when the soul is brought to behold the love of God in Christ—a love that had its beginning in His eternal purpose and shall know no end—it ceaseth f...

But to him that worketh not, but believeth on him that justifieth the ungodly, his faith is counted for righteousness. Romans 4:5 I t is a wondrous mystery that the thrice-holy God should delight to reveal Himself as the God who justifieth the ungodly. He who is infinitely righteous declareth the guilty, "not guilty." He pronounceth the condemned to be innocent, not by overlooking their sin, but by satisfying His own justice in the person of His beloved Son. The ungodly are those who, by nature, desire nothing of God and have no delight in Him. They are estranged from His life, at enmity with His holiness, and content to remain far from Him. Yet it is precisely such sinners that God delighteth to justify. He doth not wait until they have become godly before receiving them; rather, He justifieth the ungodly, that by His grace they might become what they never could have been by nature. Herein shineth the glory of the Gospel. God is not merely the Judge who cond...

O f late there hath appeared some encouragement in our public meetings, the number of hearers seeming to increase, and certain familiar faces returning from week to week. I have been somewhat comforted in the hope that the Lord, if He be pleased to grant us perseverance in the work, shall in His own appointed season cause the seed thus scattered to bring forth fruit unto the praise of His glorious name. Yet I should take caution not to look too much upon appearances, but continue in the work whether I see fruit or no, knowing that the increase belongs wholly unto God. As for myself, I find the same fear returning whenever the hour draws near for me to stand before the people. I had once supposed that much doing of the same thing would make it easier, but I find it otherwise in spiritual things. The fear remains so long as the wretchedness remains. Experience may teach a man what he is able to do, increasing his confidence in himself; but faith grows quite differently. The more I am...

Journal Entry. December. 2022. 3.56AM How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand.. Psalm 139:17-18 Photo by AverySeasonArt S ome of the things (we often forget) to be thankful for today.  The air you breathe. Breathing tube patients will tell you. One beat of your heart. People on the donor waiting list will tell you. You woke up this morning. Somebody else didn't. When you opened your eyes you can see. People who lost their sight will tell you. When you try to speak you have a voice. Mute people will tell you. When you swallow your food you enjoy its taste. People who have to dig through trash to eat will tell you. When you drink clean water it refreshes you. People who live under the bridge will tell you. You have painless bodily functions. The old man who abused his body in his youth will tell you. The roof you live under. Homeless people will tell you. Your spouse hugging you...

Journal Entry. 3rd of December, 2022. I remember one very late evening back 2018 as I sheepishly stepped down the flight of stairs leading to my personal parking space, stressed out, and burned out. I had to stay for a week in the studio because the movie we were doing was nearing its deadline. Decisions, signing checks, meetings, strategizing, doing my own shots, making sure the servers were up and going, taking and making calls.. I walked to the station of the security guard on duty who was to open the gate for me, and he was dozing off. I stood there looking at him wishing I had the simple luxury of sleeping like he did, of dealing with simpler problems, that I envied him and thought of magically exchanging places with him at that moment. I gently woke him up taking care not to startle him. He was so embarrassed and kept apologizing that he slept on duty. "It's ok," I said consoling him, "your job is difficult as it is and you must be tired." "Ah yes...

Journal Entry. 2021st November. I thank the Lord for the season in which I nearly forsook my own family. At the time, I imagined myself to be master of my own course, wandering wherever my desires carried me like a rabid dog loosed. Yet I now see that I was never beyond the sovereign hand of God. Though I knew it not, I was upon a leash. Blessed be His holy name for that leash. I thank God that He was pleased to lower me into a pit of mire and filth until I sank beneath the weight of my own corruption, scraping the very mud at the bottom in utter helplessness. Yet it was never His purpose to abandon me there. He wounded me that He might heal me. He humbled me that He might exalt me. He brought me to the end of myself, only that I might find my beginning in Christ. In those days I blamed my wife for my unfaithfulness, while all the while it was I who had been unfaithful. She blamed me for her bitterness, while all the while it was she who had become bitter. For fourteen years I drank...