the conclusive proof that God speaks with a northern-English accent...

I've told a few people this story already, but I enjoy telling it! Way back in March last year, on a lovely sunny morning, after we had been in Tasmania about twelve months, I was with a few other young pastors in Launceston and we were about to go off for a coffee. I was feeling pretty happy - the sun was shining, I was not on my own, and there was coffee coming (three sure-fire criteria for a happy Andy!).

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hope is kindled

There is a brilliant scene in Lord of The Rings which has spoken to me again in the last week.  The scene is from the third movie, where Gondor is under siege and it looks as if the battle is lost.  But there exists a network of beacons, permanently manned, with wood and fuel on hand, established long ago, and if these beacons can be lit, Gondor can signal for help from Rohan. God speaks to me through this clip every time I see it.  In the midst of darkness and desperation, the bravery of the clumsy, seemingly insignificant hobbit, Pippin, means that the beacon of Minas Tirith is lit - and the next beacon, and the next, and the next.  Across the peaks of the mountains, beacons are lit, resulting ultimately in the call for help being received and responded to by the King of Rohan.

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an encouraging week

It's been a good week. There are fifty-two weeks each year, and I find good things in most of those weeks. But this week was definitely a good week. I have enjoyed lots of conversations and a few good meals with people who are new in town and keen to join us in mission and ministry among students and the local community in North Launceston. This is great, because I love a good chat, and a good meal. And I don't really like doing stuff by myself. It's great that God is bringing people alongside us for the next bit of the story.

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