Our God is really there.
Sometimes in unexpected ways he reminds us of this. My mother died a few years ago and the circumstances surrounding her departure still amaze us.
Baptized in her eighties, Mum later began to suffer with dementia which grew steadily worse. She lived in a nearby flat and spent most of her time in bed asleep. We arranged for carers and Ann, my wife, put in many hours a day there. I would often go in, get her up, make her evening meal and help her with daily exercises.
The re-emergence of heavy shepherds
What would you think if you received a letter from your church leaders that read like this? ‘Are church members …