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Grandpere’s words

Grandpere’s words (A short story)
Word Count: 2011

Lauren sat there before the day awoke. She held the cup of coffee close to her cheek. The warmth was comforting. It was those little moments that added to her life. It was her mom who taught her to appreciate the small things in life. They were the little pieces of a glorius jigsaw puzzle!

But on that morning, her spirit was disturbed. It was her son, Jack. He had lost his joy.
She was losing grip of her son. She didn’t know how to reach him. He was in a slum. She wanted to get him out.

And Jack himself; he too was losing grip of his own life. He spent hours in his room. Only coming down for meals. He would eat in silence or with only one-worded answers:

“How was school day?” she would ask.


“Are you enjoying the omelette? Ham and cheese is your favourite.”


Then they would fall back into silence. She hated seeing her son like this. He never went outside anymore. His screen time was escalating! She sat there trying to imagine his world. At 15, he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. But was all that weight necessary?

Jack would hover from one profile to another on Instagram – seeing “how amazing” people’s lives where. He was comparing his life. He wondered why selfies of him would not get as many likes as his classmates. What’s wrong with me?
The social pressure of being popular was swallowing him whole. He was drowning.

They key rattled in the lock. They could hear the door swing open. He was home.
Paul came into the kitchen. He was full of life. He was beaming! (Even after six hours of travel.)

“They accepted my proposal,” he announced.

“That’s wonderful, honey!” Lauren replied, half-heartedly. Jack just stared at his plate.

Paul could feel the despondency of the room. But he refused to succumb to it. And with that look from Lauren; he knew what had to be done.

“Right! In an hour, we’re heading off to see Grandpere. Road trip! Each of you, go pack your bags!” He declared.

Jack looked up. “It’s Thursday, what about school?”

“I’m sure you won’t mind missing two days,” Paul replied, winking at his son. “Now, go pack.”

Lauren smiled at her husband. He was full of good ideas. What is his plan this time?
As if he could read her thoughts, he told her how he believed a trip to the countryside would help. And that his dad would know what to do with their son.

She got up and hugged Paul. “You must be exhausted!”
“I am; but this is important.” He smiled at her, then dialled his dad’s number:

“Comment allez-vous?” he asked.

“Bien merci,” his dad replied.

He went on to explain the purpose of their visit. Jack’s Grandpere (grandfather in French) was excited to see them. It had been six weeks since their previous visit.

Bags packed. Buckled in. They were ready to head off. Paul prayed for travelling mercies.
Lauren squeezed his hand. They were desperate for a miracle. Jack held his phone.

That thing he held onto so tightly would be the death of him; if he didn’t let it go, soon…

After an hour of driving, Paul had an idea.

He would pull over at the next picnic stop. (He had done that route once or twice before, so had an idea of what the next stop would be like.)

As he turned off, he could see the enquiring look from Lauren.

“Let’s take a family photo.” He suggested. “Please can we use your phone for that?” Paul asked Jack.

What is Paul up to? He’s encouraging our son to use his phone.

“Where are we, anyway?” Jack asked, trying to add some nonchalance to his question.

Paul smiled at his son. He was glad that he had noticed the change of route.

“Good observation! We’re not going to Grandpere’s!”

Jack and his mom looked at Paul quizzically and before their questions came out, he continued: “We are seeing Grandpere. But he and I decided on another venue for the weekend. We’re going to Fantasy Lodge.”

“Where’s that?” Jack’s mom asked.

“Wait and see! Now, let’s do this photo.”

They had pulled over at one of those ‘half-moon’ concrete slabbed stops. There was a knee-high wall that wrapped the circumference of that open space. The wall was one of those – made of concrete and medium sized rocks. Over to left, where two concrete picnic tables, and on the right, there was another one.

That stop was intentional. (Although Paul didn’t realise it at the time, either.)

As Paul and Lauren stood ready for the photo, he noticed how his son sprung up on the wall and peered into the gorge.

He was drinking in the view as if were a full glass of fresh orange juice!

To the right of where they had stopped the gorge went upwards, filled in by lush green trees. A forest so thick that the sunshine battled to break through.

To the left, the gorge opened with a river running down into the open landscape below.

Across the gorge on the east side, there was a bush, half way up covered in ruby red foliage.

There was an inviting silence that seemed to hover over that gorge. And yet, one could hear the water running through it. A non-disturbing noise.

“Ready? Cheese?” Jack asked as he positioned himself just in front of his parents.

After three or four silly photos, Jack considered the valley one last time.

“Okay, all aboard,” Paul asked as he headed back towards the car. “We have about an hour left.”

After driving up some old mountain passes and across vast fields, the mood in the vehicle seemed lighter.
Grandpere was sitting on the porch when they arrived. He was engrossed in a novel.

“You’ve made yourself at home, I see.”

“This is not the place,” he winked, “this is the reception.” Paul greeted his dad the customary French way. A kiss on each cheek.

Grandpere instructed them to park the vehicle to the right of the building, take their things and jump in the bakkie that he had park on the left. (It was one of those old school Ford Cortina bakkies with 4×4 wheels.)

“We’re going about two kilometres down the road.”

All three of them did as they were instructed.

“Hello Jack, good to see you. Cava?”

Jack didn’t look up. “Fine, thanks.” (Lauren smiled. A two worded answer this time.)

“Come greet me properly, please.” After the two kisses, Grandpere pulled in Jack and gave him a bear hug.

“Aagh! Grandpere.”

Grandpere just chuckled and playfully punched his grandson on the shoulder as guys do.

Two kilometres down the dirt road they had arrived.

With his arms raised up as if he were making a loud declaration, Grandpere beaming spoke: “Welcome to Fantasy Lodge. You’re going to have fantasy…. fantastic… fantasy lodge… see what I did there, time?”

They all smiled. His enthusiasm was contagious and inviting! And totally understood… when they saw where they were staying…

“Wow, that is amazing!!” It was Jack who spoke first.

Standing before them, was a three-storey tree house, on stilts. Behind it was a sea of trees. They had arrived at a massive lush forest. For as far as the eye could see they were surrounded by these welcoming green giants, with the occasional tree house sprouting up between them.

“There are ten tree houses, altogether.” Paul spoke, “I read that on their site.”

“Shot gun the top floor.” Jack exclaimed.
He even helped with his mom and Grandpere’s bags.

Lauren smiled at this obvious change in her son.
The treehouse as fully kitted. It was magical! From bedrooms on each floor to a living room, to a jacuzzi, to a viewing deck on the roof of the structure. All the furniture and décor made with wood.

That afternoon, Grandpere took them for a looped walk around the forest. He was acting like a big kid. And one couldn’t help but follow his lead…

At one point, Grandpere, with the help of Lauren insisted that his son and Jack needed to be covered in leaves. That afternoon they hugged trees. They threw pine cones.
It was like they were living in a fantasy. But it was all so real. And all so wonderful!

Near their treehouse, Grandpere pointed to a spot. Four trees had made a natural square. Each tree stood on the corner as if they were the posts of a boxing ring.
Grandpere got them each sitting at the base of the tree, back against it, legs stretched out before them. Then he pulled out those 340ml glass Coke bottles.

They just sat there drinking. No words exchanged. Just them soaking in the moment. Paul could see contentment in his son’s demeanour.

That night, Lauren sat snug in bed reading her book. The gents were at the fireplace.

“Jack, grab your sleeping bag and a pillow. We’re going right to the top.” Grandpere invited.

Jack beamed back. “Cool!”

They climbed the little stairwell next to Jack’s room on the top floor. From there up a ladder to the rooftop of the treehouse.

Paul knew his dad and son needed that time together. And he wasn’t tired yet, so he continued stoking the fire and watching the flames whilst sipping on some Merlot.

Grandpere and Jack climbed through a trapdoor onto the roof above. The cool air of the autumn night greeted them. It was a little chilly. Then Jack looked up and gasped!

The sky was filled with thousands and thousands of stars. No city lights to taint the natural night time sky. A black canvas with pin pricks in it – and golden yellow light piercing through.

They climbed into their sleeping bags and just lay there. Grandpere and Jack side by side. In silence for about half an hour, they watched the stars. The stars obliged and sent three or four shooting stars overhead. In the corner of his eye, Grandpere could see his grandson smiling.

“He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.” Grandpere quoted a Psalm from the ancient scriptures.

Jack thought about that. Seeing all these shimmering and shooting stars, one couldn’t help but respond in awe and gratitude! Such magical beauty deserved that to say the least!

After another half hour of silence, his Grandpere spoke again: “In a world full of stories, you can only live out yours.”

Jack felt something inside of him. Like his heart was jumping up and down in agreement with that statement. “yes, yes!” it seemed to whisper.

Grandpere then sat up, squeezed his grandson’s hand. Smiled at Jack. Jack returned with a smile. Then Grandpere got up and headed back towards the trapdoor.

As he placed his feet on the first rung of the ladder, he looked across to Jack lying there:

“No one is better than you.”

And then Grandpere disappeared through the trapdoor. Jack left alone up there with those six words and the stars and a change of heart. There was nothing arrogant about that statement. The words just seemed to gently fall into Jack’s spirit.

He felt happy! He felt alive! And somehow, he knew those were not just fleeting feelings.

Jack wrestled with his thoughts. (A long drive, grandpere’s words and the sermons of nature.)
He knew he had to spend less time on his phone. It was killing him. And just a waste of time. He knew too that comparison was the thief of joy.
And out there on the roof top, he heard the unspoken invite of the stars above…

“Go live! There is a lot more to explore.”

Jack felt blissful! The stars shimmered with excitement. Jack’s eyes grew heavy as the tiredness from the long day finally caught up with him. Jack fell asleep.

In about four hours, a new day would dawn. And a new boy would arise.

Posted in Inspirational & Observations from Life

The Purpose of Activities

Recently, I have had the joy of doing various activities with the youth at my church.
But what is the point to all of the activities? I do hope it’s not just about “baby sitting” –
So this is why I believe in and plan the different activities, in no particular order:

Less screen time.
Firstly, to get young people away from their gaming consoles! The amount of hours people spend online is definitely unhealthy! Life is beyond those screens too.

To create a spirit of exploration. One learns a lot when they look at life through the eyes of exploration.
Plus, there are just great things everywhere to check out and learn and enjoy!

Same as above really; Some young people have not had certain experiences before. Perhaps, the opportunity has not come their way. In planning the activities, I hope that they get some new experiences and gain from them too.
(See the image at the bottom of this post.)

Need I say more?
Earlier this year, I took some of our youth for a walk in the woods. One of the boys started climbing a tree, and the other was dragging this massive branch around.
It was just so good to see boys being boys! Young people playing!
(We force kids to grow up too quickly, these days!)

Joy in the journey.
There is joy and learning in each journey.
I remember some great conversations and fun I have had on many a road trip.
(Especially with the students I worked with at Pneumatix, in 2017 and 2018.)
Classic case of Lord of the Rings. It’s not entirely about the end (getting rid of the ring) but rather the fellowship and life in the journey to Mordor.

Being outside.
This is so important. Fresh air and sunshine is sometimes the solution to one feeling a little down. God gave us the outside world. Let’s embrace it!

People lack confidence. They’re shy. They avoid expressing themselves.
Firstly, if we had to do a climbing sort of activity. Some people maybe afraid of heights.
Do we just say “that’s okay?” or do we suggest that they give it a bash. Try their best! Face their fears? I hope we suggest the latter.
Give it a go!

Yesterday at the beach, we played this entertaining “guess the sound” game. It was funny! Each person, had to mimic the sound. One definitely has to lose some inhibition and just express yourself! 🙂

Jesus did His best work in normal every day conversation.
Conversation around the table when eating. Or walking and talking.
Or chatting in the bus.
Switch that device off. Have a real chat!

Invitation to live:
In all my years as a Christian I have held onto that verse in John 10:10
“I have come that they may have life. And life to the full.”

Thank you Jesus! I keep asking. What does that full life look like?
For me, some of that answer is getting out and exploring.

AND HOPEFULLY…the PART that comes with maturity is:
Learning from the experience:

Experiences on their own, can only go so far.
There needs to be the reflection on the experience that causes one to to grow:


Posted in Travel & Explore

The Wonder of Wales

(Fri 24 May to Tues 28th May)

The Murray’s have a cottage tucked away in mine country up in Northern Wales. Just a few miles from Caernarfon.

So this past bank holiday weekend, my cousin invited me to join them up at the cottage.
Wales, stole my heart!

We got to spend three and a half days there and four nights.
And because of these long spring (summer, soon to come) days, with the sun setting after 21H15 each night – the days felt so jammed packed. Brilliant!

Here are some of my musings and “holiday journal” type entries:

4 and half hour drive – I noticed how the scenery changed dramatically. The landscape greeted us with huge mountains as we drove up a narrow mountain pass.
North Wales reminded me of the Drakensberg mountains. (Perhaps greener and wetter.)

Arriving after 10pm… the night time sky had landed.
The cottage is in a truly remote location. Old mine quarries and walls and sheep decorated the countryside.

In the distance, we can see Caernarfon. And we can see the sea. And the island of Anglesey.

Falling asleep in a cottage in the middle of nowhere was like being in a wonderful fairy-tale.

The agenda for day 2 involved a hike up Snowdon.
(That mountain had been on my bucket list.)

However, before we headed out, whilst the others were sleeping, I took a short stroll up a nearby hill.


The serenity of the morning was noticeable. (Limited mobile reception, helped me be more present in the moment.)

I arrived back at the cottage with others having breakfast.
Loved the community of it. Coffee brewed. Conversation flowing.

Ascending the mountain was amazing! We took a bit of “less commercial” route up.
One needs to be prepared for all sorts of weather.
We hiked through winds and rain. (Layers most certainly needed.)

When we got to the top, I was in conflict of emotion. An amazing achievement to have walked up there.
But the hoards of people was unbelievable!
(Note to self: don’t do Snowdon on bank holiday weekend.)

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It felt like a crowded Underground Tube station up there.
Easily 500 and even more people up there.
The summit and the path upwards were swarming with people.

I think that ruined some of the charm of the mountain.
And where there are people, there is selfishness! (Couldn’t stand seeing all the litter! People can be so trashy!)

That evening we had a scrumptious meal and played UNO and some speed scrabble. Weekends away always need some board games involved 🙂


Being able to sip on beer and wine and gaze out the window to see sea in this distance is so dreamy! (Truly, so grateful for the opportunities I have.)


The next day, we took on Moel Siabod. A peak near Snowdon.
This route was quieter. I loved it! We got to scrabble up some rocks.
We encountered all sorts of weather along the journey. From sunshine, to wind, to mist and to rain. (Four seasons in one day.)

It was good to hike again. (I really need to do that more often.)
My soul comes alive outside and seeing incredible views.

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The third day found us leaving the heights of the mountains to visiting the seaside.
Exploring a castle and seeing a lighthouse.
Being so close to the sea was fabulous!

We were there for three full days and on the fourth day, we left after lunch – it felt like we did so much in those days. Well, we did. And it was great at the end of the day:


To get into bed, exhausted…
Ready for the next day…

I live by this quote that I came up with: “Put me in a church for 100 minutes and I will tell you 10 cool things about God. Put me outside for 10 minutes and I will tell you a 100 awesome things about God.”

I just felt so content. So alive! So blessed (and that’s not a cliche!)

So finally on the last day, my cousin and I attempted running up “Elephant” mountain… with an elevation of 406 metres… we had to walk quite a lot at the summit.

Ended the weekend with a chilly swim in the quarry. (Well, more like a 2 minute dip for me.)

Thanks to Katie and Tom for inviting me to Wales with them. And for the Murray family for being so welcoming. Loved my time there!

Wales, I will be back. More mountains to climb…

Posted in Inspirational & Observations from Life

Of Colours

The room was silent
But as you stepped in
The colour you wore
Made a noise, oh so sweet


Like that of a rainbow
that pierces a once troubled sky
bringing calm and promise

Nameless you are
But uniqueness you bring
the world needs more colour
the world needs more life

Your gracious way
Spoke volumes
I dare to offer the compliment
And your receiving smile
Made it all worth it

Posted in Travel & Explore

Of London

There is just something about you
The way you lure people in
They are all about today
Basking in the sunshine
That has landed on your shores

She runs through you like a vein, full of life
A Bridge (Tower)ing over her.
Among many others

An array of cultures and languages
Together in an unplanned, but welcomed community
They laugh
Their glasses ting
Their souls satisfied, and restless
And full of wanderlust and stories, yet to be told

In the winter, you have a certain charm
And now, in the spring, the same.
There is a lot to see and do and feel and become…
This season allows for longer days
So one could wonder and wander and take it all in

And yet, we’re just scratching at your surface
Speaking of,
Bellowing beneath you, is a whole network of life and lines and coordination that we put a lot faith in
The elephant and castle and bank all at play
They stream in, in their hoards and thousands

Everyday, someone is seeing you, oh London, for the first time.

The architecture and history you carry.
The hustle and bustle
Red buses and phone booths
Tourists and locals
Pubs and coffee shops
And street art and galleries
And green spaces

The invitation, we accept.
And you welcome us in, with open arms.

O London,
O Lord, I am ever so thankful that I get to stand on those streets.
Swallowed whole by such a vibrant city.
Of colour, of discovery


Posted in Faith & Church, Inspirational & Observations from Life, People

The Jumping Castle

Last week, I received this encouraging email from a parent.
They spoke about how much their daughter enjoyed that Friday Night at Youth.
They explained how she absolutely loved the jumping castle (bouncy castle)
She also had noticed how the youth weren’t on their phones (that much).

I was really chuffed to get such great feedback and encouragement.

It got me thinking why would the jumping castle / bouncy castle be such a winning factor. And the simple and profound truth is:

It allows kids to be kids.
It allows kids to play.

Society is doing a dangerous thing by forcing kids to grow up too quickly.
Strange, if you are 11 or 12 and playing with toys, you would be shunned. Really?

On another note, I do find it peculiar that high school (secondary school) starts at 11 and 12? (Thus youth ministry looks different. We’re mixing 11 and 12 year old’s with teenagers. They’re still kids? Why are we forcing them to grow up so quickly…)

So anyway, back to the original post.
I am inspired to allow kids and teens to play more. Explore more. Be outside more often. (If it’s cold, wear a coat!)

And one other thing I noticed about Friday:

The adult leader who runs the tuckshop has a big role to play. They get to chat and listen to each young person as they come to buy stuff. At that hatch, they just share about their week.

Thanks for reading. That’s if you did. 😉

(Random thought. Just imagine a “jumping castle” for real? 😉 How bizarre! All the bricks and mortar jumping up and down… most certainly a fitting scene from something like Alice in Wonderland.)

Posted in Inspirational & Observations from Life

How small we are

The other day (on my day off) I was sitting in Southend-on-Sea, looking out at the sea, and this what I thought:

how small we are

How small we are.
How big the world is.
There I was sitting at the beach.
In a town, where I don’t mean a thing to the residents and vice versa.
(Not trying to be negative, but just stating out an obvious.)
Southend happened to be a place that I visited.
But the people, they go on with their lives.
Every person, trying to make sense of their lives.
Hopefully, trying to be positive
Be kind,
Help their local spheres of influence.
(Humanity at it’s best)

Earlier, that day, on the two hour drive, as I looked at all the models of cars that I drove past, I just had this overwhelming sense of how big the world is.
How diverse it is.
How everyone is unique.
All make their own choices.
All have different preferences (of cars) or lifestyles.
We have different interests.

And we get to share this planet.
Live in this place we call Earth.

But the world is massive!
There are people in towns, maybe not even 50 miles or 50kms away, that we just won’t get to know.
Our paths won’t cross.
And frankly, we don’t really “need” to care for them, if we’re brutally honest?

From a Christian perspective,
I realised, God appoints people, pastors in all sorts of villages and towns and cities across the world, to do good and bring the gospel to that immediate corner of the earth.

As a global community we can celebrate with people in a little town in India.
We can mourn with a small village Russia.

The world is just so darn big!

And we have these little immediate communities around us.
How are we fitting in?
How are we reaching to them?
Etc etc.

Oh, how small we are.

Afterword: Does anyone else think about stuff like this?

Posted in Inspirational & Observations from Life, Music

Their last albums… (Did their friends not see?)

The other day, I watched this video interview of the Cranberries:

And I watched this latest video:

How did the rest of the band not pick up that something was up with Dolores O’Riordan?

According to the interview (above) they noticed that the lyrics were rather dark…?
So why didn’t they approach her / ask her about it?

Same with Chester Bennington.

Linkin Park’s last album: One More Light was so depressing?

It was like Chester was trying to tell the world something, a final goodbye?

But how did the other band members not notice in the recording process of the album? “Hang on, these lyrics are rather dark…”

I am really intrigued by that.
Weren’t these band members friends? Why did they not ask Dolores and Chester (respectively) if they were alright?

Just got me thinking about how we may each have people in our lives: workplaces and families – who are suffering. Are hurting.

Do we notice? Do we reach out?

Posted in Faith & Church, Inspirational & Observations from Life, Wonder and Beauty

Fancy simple

They argue with their fancy thoughts and theories
They unpack the bigness
And spilt the small stuff
Wrestling in words and wisdom and wonder

Simply, I sit here
A cup in hand and pieces sprawled before me

I imagined You
Full of colour and creativity
Light and Love

“I fancy showing and giving MY love away.”

You held each of us (a mere piece) in Your hand
Simply, placing us, where we belong

The right lines in place
Fitting us in
Weaving and adding colour
It all came together
In Your time

You could see before all was born,
What they would look like.
And once we all lay together
Far more than a 500 or 1000 piece

You marvelled at Your masterpiece
And simply, uttered these words: It is good!
Fancy that!

Posted in Faith & Church, Inspirational & Observations from Life

Of 96 hours of Easter etc… (Joy Tangible!)

One of my favourite* verses that depicts Christianity so well is taken from John 1: 14:

The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth. (NIV)

So the Word became human and made his home among us. He was full of unfailing love and faithfulness. And we have seen his glory, the glory of the Father’s one and only Son. (NLT)

The Word became flesh and blood,and moved into the neighbourhood. We saw the glory with our own eyes, the one-of-a-kind glory, like Father, like Son,
Generous inside and out, true from start to finish.(The Message)

(*I’m beginning to think I have a lot of favourite verses…)

But don’t you agree and like this John 1:14 message?

So this weekend felt like that.
Starting with Good Friday.
Over the last 96 hours, I have felt and sensed God “stepping down” into our world. Very cool! From church spiritual moments, to seeing Him in the ordinary.

Friday morning, we set up the church with about 9 creative and interactive prayer and worship stations.
The cross placed in the middle. After all, the cross, emptied.. is critical to our faith!
Speaking of. Do you live out a crucified faith or do you live out a resurrected faith?

I really just loved the creativity of that service. (I love working with creatives!) God is most certainly a creative God! He would reach to us in many creative ways! Amen!

Friday night we did a stayawake / sleepover with the young people of our church (No point in calling it sleepover, really… most of us stayed awake the whole night. although, I did fade for an hour or so.)

There was this moment after midnight, where the young people and I were sitting around the cross:


We just sat there in silence. There was something deeper happening in that moment.
And also, earlier in the evening, I challenged them to put their phones aside for an hour and 15 minutes. (For some that just big be a might challenge!)
At that point, by the cross, two hours later, no one had reached for where we had kept the phones. (A cool little victory to share. Detached for the win!)

Sleepy, but alive and well… headed out to my dad for the day.

On the train there, I noticed the smiles and colours of all the people. The sun was out in all it’s glory! And people were digging it! Sporting their brightest clothes, coolest shades, even people were speaking louder and looking up…

Then hanging out with my dad in the countryside, for a pub lunch. Sitting on a bench, soaking in the glorious sun. Then later, having a braai (barbecue) with him. Simple moments can carry such a weight of goodness.

Then comes Sunday! He is risen indeed!!

Absolutely loved how tangible joy was in our 10am service!
(I hoping that anyone with a pulse, felt it too!)
Joy, oh joy! Thank you Jesus for it!


I really do like the team, I work with. We have a lot of fun together. But also serious in seeing God do good things in the here and now in our community and church.

Followed by a Sunday roast lunch with the Brooks and Errington families. What a delight! Community rocks!

Sunday evening comes, still not done… with Easter. Baptism time! 10 people baptised!

(I am usually a joker, like to laugh and make things lighthearted). But I had the privilege of being in the pool with Peter as we baptised him.
There was such a holy weight to that moment. I had not words. I just stood there with him. Sensing and feeling it. God incarnate. God so present. The moment was holy.

Then throughout the baptism service. Hearing the testimonies, the desire for Jesus. Then hearing the scriptures and pictures shared with the baptism candidates… so moving. So inspiring!

And the coolest idea (don’t think I’ve seen that before.) is that there were envelopes for each person who got baptised. The rest of the church could write notes and put them inside for them.

Can just imagine the words of truth, knowledge and encouragement given. Wow!

As they said in Narnia, Aslan is on the move. Amen!

God is on the move.

“For in Him we live and move and have our being…” Acts 17: 28