A note to all you activists out there

OK, I'm an activitist. I want to see the world's youth won for Christ. But something happened to me in Denmark recently which shook me up a bit. Now if you've read any of my other posts you will know I've been pretty rude about Denmark. I mean it was a happening place once. The only problem is that that was about 1500 years ago. More recently not alot has gone down. Which it turns out made it a perfect place for a holiday and to hear from God.

When was the last time you stopped and did nothing but think. I don’t mean fret, fume or daydream. I mean think! Looked at a tree and marvelled. Recalled something or better still someone. Most of all, made sense of life, the where, the who, the why and the what of it all. Where the world came from, who made it, why and what this means for me!

Heck I sound old. It is, after all, old men who dream dreams. But I’ve had a bit of time to think recently, not only on holiday in Denmark, but also in crowded hot buses travelling around Africa, and long summer evenings at home without a TV. (It’s amazing how much longer you live each day if you don’t have a TV!). And it’s great.

In Denmark, the Lord asked me my dreams and I told him all I’d like to achieve in Africa, Europe and America. He was though distinctly unimpressed, so the next day when asked again, I really went for it. Again He was obviously unimpressed. But as my holiday went on, and I spent more time with my Father, I began to notice my ambitions change from what I wanted to do, to how much I wanted to know Him and who I wanted to become. And heaven responded!

We’ve a relatively quiet summer ahead, and we intend to keep it that way. Quiet after 8.30pm to watch the sum go down, feel the breeze, hear the birds prepare to roost, and finally and supremely that still small voice. Never do I feel more human, more fulfilled. I think therefore I am.