On the Sunday we launched our brand new church, every seat was filled and every heart overflowed. As church plant launches go, it was the success story we’d dreamed of and prayed for: so many there, and so many making commitments to Jesus...
I didn’t expect to cry reading a Dr. Seuss book. I’m pretty sure that was not the author’s intended reaction to Oh the Places You’ll Go. Yet, there I was reading to my newborn son about the waiting room,
The hours we’d traveled seemed to melt away as our team of eight pulled up at the small Paraguayan church. We had come to visit a missionary our church had sent two years prior. She was so happy to see us, and their whole congregation was excited to see what God would do during our time together.
I walked into the newsroom with a huge sense of excitement and anticipation. Ever since I had learned to read by asking my mum to sound out letters in newspaper headlines, I wanted to be a journalist. Finally, I had arrived.
The moment I stepped into her office, she completely bit my head off. Her eyes were wild with fire, her tone dripping with judgment. I could tell she was upset—and upset with me—but “the why” was unclear. I felt attacked: there had been no warning. Have you ever been completely caught off guard by someone’s outburst?