The Battle

Yesterday I felt so low that I didn't even want to go to church at IMC. Now that really is low.

But I made a choice. I had two options. One was to stay at home and be miserable. The other was to go to church and welcome people.

23 years ago yesterday our eldest son Matthew was born. It was a Sunday so I gave out the hymn books and the news of his birth. I decided to do it again exactly 23 years later.

So I went to church yesterday and I took over the welcome duty from Arthur Allen. And instead of moping at home I welcomed people with a smile, a handshake, and a hug (for some!).

So that was a spiritual battle won by the grace of God and the choice of man.