The new life

So here we are... on the other side of 9 May, the day we were officially ordained as pastors of EN Slough. For a long time it was a surreal thought somewhere in the distant future, but now it's been and gone. I must say that I'm probably still a little obvlious to the full reality of what this means... I might get a better understanding when Trevor and Yvette don't walk through our doors on Sunday morning!

On the other hand, the last three weeks in Slough have been amazing. Even though we've only lived here for little under two weeks, we've been attending the Slough church for a while longer. It's been great getting to know many new, super friendly people. I don't think you'll find a more supportive group of people in the UK! We are very thankful.

I suppose one thing that I'm really aware of - more than ever - is the reality of the spiritual world and just how important prayer is. Since we've moved in (like I said, less than two weeks ago), we've had a broken boiler and a car accident - not a serious one, but one nonetheless. Now, you could say that these things happen, but I've come to know that whatever happens in the visible world around us, happens in the invisible, spiritual world first. Like people say, everything happens for a reason, but those reasons aren't always good... or shall I say God.

I think I'm trying to say that we are in Slough to communicate a message of love and freedom to all who will hear and that there will always be opposition to that. We are full of peace and excitement, though, because He who is in us, is greater than he who is in the world.

Good news is that Suzanne got a job. We basically walked into a coffee shop in Windsor for cake and tea and walked out with a job for her. A real divine arrangement, which Suzanne can tell you about if she ever gets to post a blog, not that I'm the most fervent blogger.

I am hoping to get a video of our place onto the web and posting a link here soon.

Peace

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