As the sound of 2,000 women’s voices filled the Westminster Central Hall last October for the London Women’s Convention, my mind was racing. It raced forwards to that glorious day when those whose hope is ‘in Christ alone’ will be with him — and my longing was for more to be added daily to that number.
It raced backwards to my childhood memories of praise filling that very same Hall at the Brethren Missionary Meetings.
For it was there and then that my earliest impressions were formed about our life and purpose. Speaker after speaker, many of them women, would describe a particular people laid on their heart, moving to live among them, becoming familiar with local culture, offering their professional and personal skills to make a difference in that community and in all things to reflect and articulate the changing power of the gospel.
