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Mistakes are not the end of the story

Had quite an emotionally charged afternoon on Saturday visiting my home church for their 25th anniversary. Must be about 11 years since I’d last been there.

Was good to spend time sharing stories and catching up with people who had great significance in the early days of my walk with Christ. It’s hard not to feel a twinge of pain looking back at some of the experiences of the last 11 years, there have been dark times where I’ve felt quite alone, felt the weight of the consequences of my own actions and those of others. The current minister hit the nail on the head with a short message which can be summarised as, “With our God mistakes are not the end of the story”.

Thank you God for redemption.

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Moses and Joan Osbourne – What’s in a name?

“If God had a name, what would it be?
And would you call it to his face,
If you were faced with Him in all His glory?
What would you ask if you had just one question?” Joan Osbourne – ‘One of Us’

“But Moses protested, “If I go to the people of Israel and tell them, ‘The God of your ancestors has sent me to you,’ they will ask me, ‘What is his name?’ Then what should I tell them?” God replied to Moses, “ I am who I am. Say this to the people of Israel: I am has sent me to you.” (Exodus 3:13, 14 NLT, Italics mine)

What’s in a name?
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A milestone day

Jeremiah 29:11

Kind of a milestone day today, my first team meeting since becoming a full team member at Azalea and my third visit to the Diamond Day at Ace Café marking two years since I first started hanging round with God’s Squad.

Started the day by sharing one of the most beautiful communions I’ve ever experienced. Some incredible life stories in the Azalea team, ministering to the broken out of our own brokenness. I’m deeply encouraged by what’s happening there, it’s exciting to see people taking initiative and working together to answer Christ’s call to the lost. I feel privileged to keep meeting brothers and sisters from all kinds of backgrounds who have, in their own way, kicked open the Church doors and launched an assault on the gates of Hell. As Christians step out in strategic ways, working in blessed unity, and begin seeing our ministry in the context of God’s Kingdom, change will come!

So now I’m back at home, trying desperately to distill a day of rich experiences into words, and failing miserably! If I could travel back in time and tell just a few stories to the bitter and cynical man I once was, maybe I could reclaim some of those frustrating years.

For now, I’ll take 5 in the midst of a manic weekend. Time to sit and daydream about the songs of victory we’ll sing when we share that communion meal in eternity….

“Then Moses and the people of Israel sang this song to the lord : “I will sing to the lord, for he has triumphed gloriously; he has hurled both horse and rider into the sea. The lord is my strength and my song; he has given me victory. This is my God, and I will praise him— my father’s God, and I will exalt him! The lord is a warrior; Yahweh is his name!” (Exodus 15:1-3 NLT)

A Traveller’s Tale

I hear many Christians talk about being ‘led’ to do this or that by God. This is a concept which still puzzles me, and I fear that few really carry through the implications of that statement in their minds.

This was a day when I was ‘led’ by God.

It was a balmy summer afternoon, the kind where all of creation seems to hum with life. Spring was not long past and the heat was at that beautiful point before stifling. My transit van was dutifully hauling me home from a tiring day labouring in the sun. That was when I saw him. Standing thumb-out on the hard shoulder, heavy-laden with rucksacks and looking well-travelled. This is a fellow travellers way of saying he looked like a ragamuffin. When I say I was ‘led’ to pull-over what I mean is that to do anything else was an impossibility. Almost like there was no conscious decision in the split second between spotting him and hitting the brakes.

As he pulled his slight frame into the cab of my van, baggage and all, I asked his destination and purpose.

“I’m on a mission from God brother.”
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