

Mrs Gladys Staines
I felt a little nervous meeting a "hero in the faith." A bit awed. You know, like maybe I should make sure to keep a bit of distance so she would have enough room to float-walk above the ground, or maybe I should just never open my mouth in case I reveal how unspiritual I am. But the truth is, Mrs Gladys Staines is lovely. I actually got to spend the whole day with her when we did the first pre-screening of the THE LEAST OF THESE: THE GRAHAM STAINES STORY on the Sunshine Coas


"I Love These Feet"
There's something about the Father that never stops being amazing. And that is: He loves us. When he sees our rotting flesh, he says, "I love you." When he sees our uncomfortable, dangerous messes, he draws close and says, "I love you." When he smells the stink of our pride or failure or shame he breathes it in and says, "I love you." And he means it. It's one thing to know this in theory, and it's another to see that flesh and smell that stink and be ashamed of that mess and