Almost 11 weeks ago, I moved house, and county! No longer living in Norfolk, which I’d done since 1974, I moved just across the border to Suffolk, and a small town I’d never even heard of before looking for a new home. Long story shortened: I love it here in Brandon. The longer I’m here, the more in love with the place and the people I become.
And I’ve joined a church.
I talked about baptism with the pastor on the very first day I went there, and was baptised that very same afternoon. No hesitation. No silly excuses, just the sweet pastor and the whole congregation wanting to live completely under the banner of the truth of God’s word. They saw a spiritual need, and sorted it out that very day.
Well, you know what? That’s how things were done in Acts.
There’s loads more to this, but for now, I’m thankful to God Almighty for providing me with somewhere to go for my spiritual food and nurturing. Two services on a Sunday and another gathering every Wednesday. Just how it should be.
And the welcome I’ve received is second to none. So a prayer I prayed 8 years ago has seen its fulfilment completed, and I live just a few steps away from all my physical and spiritual needs. And people don’t believe in miracles?