Take flight


Sometimes I wonder what it is like to fly from flower to flower. For them, it is hard work.

For me, I like to gather new ideas and knowledge everywhere: from books, from situations, from people I meet; people who are different from, from different faiths and cultures. Why would I be afraid? I like learning, and confronting my faith to someone who thinks differently can only enrich me.

Picture: Reconvilier/BE, Switzerland



I love small things. I love watching the bees and bumblebees and others being all busy in the flowers and plants, grass and trees and… from far away, there only seem to be plants and trees. But if you look closer, there is so much happening: a small world within a world, another miracle of daily life.

Picture: Reconvilier/BE, Switzerland

Fresh & New


Even though it is the warm season, some mornings have still been exceptionally cold. But instead of being frustrated about it (who wouldn’t want some warm sunshine now?), I try to look at the beauty of it. It is what it is and I can’t change it, so why be angry about it? Rather, look for reasons to be grateful and in wonder, still.

Picture: Montoz/BE, Switzerland

Your own way.


Life is not always easy, that is true. Sometimes it can be complicated. But I am convinced that one day, we will all find our own unique way, our own path. Don’t just follow down the road that everybody has followed – be courageous, follow your heart and your dreams. You might discover something wonderful – YOURSELF.

Picture: Chaindon/BE, Switzerland

Be yourself. 


Throughout our lives, we all construct, deconstruct, and reconstruct ourselves. What is important is that in the end, we become who we really are, a unique person, precious, with unique talents and gifts, and are given chances and opportunities to realize them.

The same goes for our faith. As adults, we won’t have the same faith than the one we had as children or teens, and it will grow throughout our adulthood through our experiences, doubts, questions, and peak moments. What matters is to stay connected to God, and to keep alive our relationship with him. Our faith will, and the expression thereof, will be as unique and precious as we are ourselves.

Picture: Farmhouse in Saules/BE, Switzerland.


I wish
I didn’t have to write this
After the shock of those news
this morning, tears, shock, disbelief
my soul weeps, my heart breaks- once again

– how could someone?

Running in panic as the bomb exploded
covered in body parts and blood
horror inscribed in the beings now
deeply, for the rest of their lives

And you, how can you celebrate that?

Children, innocent ones
You shouldn’t have to suffer
not in Manchester
not anywhere in this world

My heart goes out:

I pray
for healing for the injured
for strength to the first responders and hospital staff
for comfort to the bereaved

May the murderers
and may those who support them receive justice.

But most of all: may we see the day soon when such horrors end,
and may we live in peace,
in joy,
with love,
and acceptance for each other.

pain & serving

Sometimes I wonder if chronic illness -autoimmune diseases- and ministry really go well together.

During those moments, I think that I should always be an example, and should always be strong, without fault. Being tired, vulnerable and in pain doesn’t fit the equation.

Yet it is true that despite the RA, I always give my best, and never back down. And I have come to realize that if a preacher/pastor would have to be perfect, nobody would ever qualify.

Last sunday I was invited in another church to “give my testimony”, about various aspects of my life – amongst others, my tattoos and my illness. Afterwards, I got only positive feedback, also from other people who were sick as well, and were encouraged to hear/see how I handled it.

I am not perfect, will never be – and don’t want to be. Where (and when) I am weak, God and his/her grace are strong, and can be my strength. I can always rely on that. I refuse to let the disease define who I am. It is a part of my life, and in a way, I have to accomodate that and find ways to live with it. And there will always be some days that’ll be harder than others – but isn’t it that way for everybody?

Life is a precious gift, and is worth being live to the fullest. One thing I have learned through my RA is being more patient, with myself and with others, and to see the small miracles of everyday life even more clearly, and to become more grateful, to become more and more dependant on God’s grace. Love & peace have taken, and are taking are more and more bigger and more important place in my life, as is taking the Bible and prayer.

So whilst I’m not saying that the disease per se is something good, good has come out of it – because I refused to let it pull me down, because I refused to give in.

This love, peace, grace, love for God, the Bible, people, my church – isn’t that what is important for ministry? So what, RA?

Peace out, God bless.