Pastor Delia

Spent a very pleasant evening last night out for a mammoth dinner party for 16 cooked by one of my colleagues who is also a good friend (always kind of handy that; staff members actually liking one another. Think that's what called a "good witness". ) He put on a feast that would have put Delia to shame - with all the attendant gourmet touches to the meal, none of this boiled pasta and a meaty sauce nonsense. Let's have joints of beef, jus, garnishes, choices of starters etc etc

It was also a weekend where we prepare to say goodbye to a member of our congregation, a young man who has sold his house to pay for his training, given up his job and great earnings, to learn to be a missionary pilot . When he announced this as his intention, I felt a "frisson" in my spirit; you know where you just feel that someone is right at the centre of God's will for their life? Where you feel as if you can see God on someone - physically? Do you know what I mean? (Blogs are hard places to explain this). It's infectious; it's inspiring; it's powerful stuff. It's counter-culture.

He is a good friend to many, he's so warm and friendly; he's a servant, he'll do anything for anyone; someone who smiles all over - a gift to the church. And now a gift being given away.

Special for me is that he has been helping with children's work, and I wanted the children to hear about his call to leave everything behind to go and train for three years on the other side of the world. He told them simply; they listened and he knelt while two children laid hands on him and prayed for him.

God bless you!