Photos From our Commissioning Service

I meant to put these up ages ago but forgot! Here they are:

Guest singers from the Sudanese Church

Barbara Meadows praying for me

Pastor Mike Fisher from Melville Baptist Speaking

Michael sharing about our new role's with SIM

Being commissioned

As I said before, numbers were a bit down

Misho Prayer

If you're interested in what some consider a 'boring' subject - missionary prayer meetings, there's a good post about it over on The Missionary Ironclast's blog.

Jim asks 'If prayer is a ladder between two worlds, a breath of heavenly air, and a telephone to the King, why do I doze in prayer meetings?......Maybe the heart of the problem is that we don’t realize we are at war.'

Amongst some great tips he says 'When you are tempted to doze in missionary prayer meetings remember that your prayers have a powerful influence on what is happening half way around the world'

Worth taking a look.

Pic: Us being commissioned into our new SIM role on March 11 this year.

Missing Dad

Dad and I have a great relationship. We've been close since I was a kid and we probably share a lot of the same funny little quirks (if he were in my position he'd line up the bottles in the fridge too).

When I was a teenager he used to sit up late on a Friday night waiting for me to come home from youth group. We'd then sit and discuss everything from the week. Usually the finance report was on the teli at that time given by a guy we referred to as Gotlipsen (because we couldn't pronounce his name) and we used to turn the sound down and watch him tell the report as if it was the most exciting story in the world (lots of facial expression). We'd make up what we thought he was saying and sit there and laugh and laugh. As I've gotten older I've often come to a different point of view on things but it hasn't changed our relationship, we're still close and I still go to him when I need some encouragement.

I've got this silly rhyme running through my head which originated with my dad. It goes:

Inky pinky ponky
Daddy had a donkey
Donkey died
Daddy cried
Inky pinky ponky

I have no idea where he got it from but every now and then I find myself saying it and I think of him. Weird huh.

Pic: myself, Dad and my brother Johnathan, quite a few years old this one but still a favourite.

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