From the Mouth of babes
Late afternoon, some Canadian and English tourists arrived.
A lot of them ended up in the pool when we were in there.
We talked to one Canadian lady and asked how about her tour, how she liked Australia etc. and Jana (my little sister) asked her if she was a Christian.
She replied with,
“No, I’m not a Christian, I don’t go to church.”
“Well,” Jana interjected, “going to church doesn’t make you a Christian though.”
Hearing Jana talking got me thinking. It was true. Going to church alone can’t save you. It is a surendered heart that makes the difference.
Jana shared with many and did her little part in being a light for God – living up to the meaning of her, “God’s messenger”.
This morning, during breakfast, one lady asked for an extra book to give to her friend. Later, when she saw our brother, she called him over and said, “Here is some money. One day your sister might give some literature, like she gave me, to someone and they will be saved.”
I am overjoyed as I watch Jana presently go and share the Light of the world with others. Jana is back now, and sitting on Mum’s lap. The tourists are driving away in their large bus – ‘AAT King, Now that’s how you see Australia.’
~ Faith Christella wrote this while staying in a caravan park in Upper QLD, Australia. -April 25, 2007


“How many will be washing feet?”
We weren’t expecting anyone for our weekly worship service because the regulars knew that there was sickness in the family. So I was very surprised to hear a car coming up the driveway. I went to a window and had a look. John, who my husband had invited weeks ago, had arrived. The children were in a bedroom listening as one of them read inspirational stories aloud. I called them to our worship room. We welcomed John in and after asking him to choose a hymn, commenced singing. There is something special about it when we all sing together. Each one of the children enjoys our singing. We don’t often choose 6 hymns as we did this morning either.
For our weekly worship time, we dress in worship clothes. This means respectful and tidy. It doesn’t mean any kind of uniform, but the point is, we wouldn’t go to meet anyone official like the queen or the prime minister wearing beach clothes. What about God? God is greater than all human dignitaries.