Sunday, November 20, 2005

13 hours passed

Dairy of a church planter....

Once again the preaching of the word was thwarted - we gathered at 1pm at our new venue - nobody turned up to unlock the centre - the only visitors we had were locked out - and I was going to preach on the despondency of Elijah from 1 Kings 19 - how much better then to feel the despondency rather than hear it.

The sermon will be preached direct to CD for the people, we will meet next week, we will not be discouraged, we will press on no matter the giants - and deep within the midst of opposition, over and against the principalities and powers, and with the slightest of gestures we will light a candle in the deepest darkness.

So what can I say other than...

If you only look at us, you might well miss the brightness. We carry this precious Message around in the unadorned clay pots of our ordinary lives. That's to prevent anyone from confusing God's incomparable power with us. As it is, there's not much chance of that. You know for yourselves that we're not much to look at. We've been surrounded and battered by troubles, but we're not demoralized; we're not sure what to do, but we know that God knows what to do; we've been spiritually terrorized, but God hasn't left our side; we've been thrown down, but we haven't broken. What they did to Jesus, they do to us--trial and torture, mockery and murder; what Jesus did among them, he does in us--he lives! Our lives are at constant risk for Jesus' sake, which makes Jesus' life all the more evident in us.

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