Archive for June, 2007
John Piper presents the gospel in about five minutes. Brilliant.
“It is more like a hall out of which doors open into several rooms. If I can bring anyone into that hall I shall have done what I attempted. But it is in the rooms, not in the hall, that there are fires and chairs and meals. The hall is a place to wait in, a place from which to try the various doors, not a place to live in. For that purpose the worst of the rooms (whichever that may be) is, I think, preferable. It is true that some people may find they have to wait in the hall for a considerable time, while others feel certain almost at once which door they must knock at. Read the rest of this entry »
Call in if you want to get to know my king…
We are very pleased to welcome PAULINE OLNEY and HEATHER RICKMAN from Riverside Ministries (Check out their website http://riversidemission.wordpress.com ). This photo shows a group of Manipuri ladies. Manipur is a particular burden on the hearts of Riverside Ministries, and where a lot of their work goes on. Read the rest of this entry »
What do you think of the EJECTOR PEW technique for the removal of all those unruly elements?
Seriously, ever felt rejected?
(Thanks Mark Wilson [again!]) See “Growing the Church” pages as we work on the anitdote….
A [Christian] friend of mine once said “I’ve never felt persecuted by non-Christians.”
Anyone ever experienced the “Wrong Pew” syndrome? You go into a new church, sit down, only to be confronted by a couple of grim faces looking down at you. You reach your hand across, assuming that they have come to welcome you. They look at your hand as if it’s a dead fish, and coldly inform you that you are sitting in their special space.
Is it only me that that’s happened to?
Music at its most sublime. Anyone know if we can get these guys for the next baptism?
We gathered right by the waters edge where Tony and Pam had set up the marquee. By the time I arrived the hard work had been done (accident or design?) and huge platefuls of food were already on the tables…
I guess folks kept arriving pretty much right through the afternoon. Donncha set up an overspill awning and that soon filled up too.
The kids did a sweetie hunt through the woods…Noel sorted out the races (which Steve and Donncha won by a leg, but I suspected furtive practising. No one is that good at three-legged races).
Particular highlights: the cajun band on the back of the truck. Did you ever believe that accordions, guitars, bodhran tambourine, trumpet and tuba could sound so sweet? (Hmm).
Someone wandered by and asked “Is this a music recital?” At that precise point someone (I think it was Reuben?)blew a particularly coarse raspberry on the tuba. So I answered “Yes, classical music).
In fact, many passers-by just wandered in and out, when Steve was preaching on Philip and the Ethiopian Eunuch (“Here is water: what is to stop me being baptised?”) and stayed a while, listening. Someone asked Lily: “Is this a private party?” and she answered “Yes! Come on in!”
And then the main highlight was when Anne and Mary stepped down into the water. Steve and Ken led them through their confessions of faith. The crowd grouping around them at the water’s edge. There is something so exciting about these simple symbols of our faith. I love the expressions of the children’s faces. It was a powerful testimony.