This sunday was a very significant time of worship for me. It was the last time I would attend the sunday gathering at the church I was baptised in and am a member of, for a whole year. I am going to spend the next year in Baltimore, serving God’s people there and hopefully discovering more of myself. It feels sad to go, and there is a gut-wrenching feeling of sorrow at all the faces I’m going to miss – but it is only for a short while.
Allow me to tell you the story of how I came to attend:
As a youth in school, there was a youthwork organisation which went in. They ran lunchtime clubs, and through them God began to awake my heart to himself. One of the volunteers attends the church and serves faithfully there. As I began to enquire about God, she invited me to attend the church. It was there that I began to grow in spiritual maturity and learn the ways of the Lord.
Over the years I have led sunday school classes, youth groups, preached, and served coffee at the bookshop. I am so thankful to God for all he has given me, and thankful to all the saints I have met there.
Below is the last sermon I preached at Christchurch on the first of August. It is based on Genesis 2, which I suggest you read before listening. There are a couple of hiccups in the recording, as the casette (yes, casette!) turned over. Oh, and at the end we spent some time in an interactive prayer activity which involved cutting out people. Just so you’re aware.
Enjoy and let me know what you think!