I was driven to Whipsnade one sunny morning. When we set out I did not believe that Jesus Christ is the son of God, and when we reached the zoo I did. Yet I had not exactly spent the journey in thought. Nor in great emotion. “Emotional” is perhaps the last word we can apply to some of the most important events. It was more like when a man, after a long sleep, still lying motionless in bed, becomes aware that he is now awake.
C.S. Lewis
Surprised by Joy
My friend called early evening on this past Tuesday, late afternoon California time. He had just come from an amazing meeting at a Peet’s Coffee with some new friends who have been attending the church where he serves as pastor. I had known part of the story.
On the Second Sunday of Advent, just four days after the shootings in San Bernardino had raised anxiety across the Los Angeles basin, two Iranian men walked into the morning worship service at the church. The congregation is not large enough for visitors to slip in and out unnoticed. Being the congregation that it is, however, the visitors were welcomed and invited back. And they came back. Four of them the next week. Recently arrived from Iran, the four had been raised as Muslims, but were wondering about Christianity. Continue reading