“So they settled for champagne tubas instead of flutes…”
It’s that time of year. A brief, breathless few weeks of British warmth and sunshine into which everyone tries to cram their special day before the summer fizzles out. Especially in Christian circles, there are a lot of these things. Your Facebook feed is flooded with photos of ceremonies and receptions and people excitedly liking the “Life Events” and changed surnames.
Yes, it’s Wedding Season.
“Oh… erm… err… the Gospel you say?”
THEM: “What exactly do you do at that church holiday club then Rhys?”
Oh wow. You don’t know what you’ve just let yourself in for. You’ve just unleashed Rhys “Billy Graham” Laverty. Time to get my evangelizzle on. Prepare to get spiritually knocked for six, my friend. The Kingdom of Heaven is coming your way”
ME: “Oh well… er… we do play games, sing songs and teach the kids about Je… er, the Bible”
Wait, why did I stumble there? Why didn’t I say “teach them about Jesus”?
Then I realise: saying Jesus’ name is hard!
A voice in the desert crying “Prepare ye the way of the Lord!”
Global media went into meltdown yesterday. The royal waters broke. The supreme cervix dilated. Twitter was awash with witty banter. Americans thronged the gates of the palace. The Daily Mail was bizarrely positive about a woman giving birth to a child funded entirely by the taxpayer.
The fanfare around the birth of our future king was remarkable – and I couldn’t help but think of the birth of the King of Kings.
“…to the ends of the earth”
I’ve just started a journey through the book of Acts. My final year of university is approaching and I want to milk it dry for the glory of Jesus. Acts is the perfect book to read when you’re thinking about mission.
It only took the first few verses of Acts 1 for me to find some big challenges:
An Unshakable Kingdom 