I was meant to be skiing today but there's been a sudden heat wave so it was cancelled. I was pretty disappointed but on second thoughts I'm glad it didnt' go ahead as i'd have missed something very special.
This morning I went to 'Little Bethel' church in Hamilton (the couple i'm staying with, Matt and Roz, go there). It's a small church with God's Spirit at work there in moving ways. During the sung worship people started dancing around the church. Bear in mind that this small community consists of doctors, drug addicts, poor single people, well off families, mentally disabled people, and even Clark and Dorothy Pinnock (Clark Pinnock is a world renown theologian) are members there. At that point it just hit home about what The Church should be like. At that moment the 'doctors' weren't judging the 'druggies'. And the 'poor' people weren't judging the 'well-off' families. Everyone was just bound together in worship. It almost seemed like those labels I just gave people no longer existed and we were all just Children of God.
It really was inspiring meeting Clark and his wife Dorothy after the service. They both are members of the congregation and are NOT paid by Little Bethel so they could easily leave to find a more glamorous church. But instead they choose to be part of this small, unpredictable, real, God-loving community. The image of Clark Pinnock taking a schizophrenic guy to get some coffee at the front of church during the message won't leave my mind for a long time. Where one man falls down, another helps him.
The service wasn't slick at all. They used acetate sheets for the lyrics. People clapped on the wrong beats. People sung out of tune. There were interuptions, questions and comments, in the service. There was even a break an hour into the service so people could grab a biscuit and a hot drink!
Despite all that the love there, for each other and for God, gave me a renewed hope for restoration here and now.








