For the longest time I’ve played around with ideas in my head thinking I’d eventually get to writing the “great American novel” or the century’s most celebrated book ever written. You want to be a writer so you vomit all of your thoughts onto the page like modern art where someone just splats a bunch of colors on a white canvas calling it a deep, subjective meaningful piece of art that rebels and exceeds all of society’s standards.
I have seen much over my years of ministry to the poor, the homeless, the addicted, troubled youth, singles and families. I have been in a variety of churches, including one that I helped plant. After all this, I found myself in a large international congregation asking God: What now?I knew He had called me to build His Church – raising up a spiritual army mobilized for service. But where should I start? Dialogue with family and trusted friends brought me to a conclusion – something has to be done and I have something I can do about it.
Little Anneka (aged 3 at the time this story was told to me) asked her Mum, Angela, why they had pancakes on Shrove Tuesday and what Lent is. Mum, although not religious herself, explained about using up food ingredients to make pancakes and about Jesus fasting in the desert for 40 days.