God is very creative. When He puts together a group of people in a church and does things through them, the result can look very different from the constituent parts.
Knock, knock, knock! I had heard that sharp sound before in middle of the night, and it had woken me up before, on at least two occasions. The last two times I initially thought it was someone knocking on the door downstairs but then realised it had just been a dream, turned over and went back to sleep. But a bit like the young Samuel in the bible, this third time I realised that this was actually God trying to get my attention.
“Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him and he with me.” (Rev. 3:20).
So I went to open the door and there Jesus was, all white and shining and making the inside of my head house look positively disgraceful. I stood awkwardly at the door, saying that…
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