My old Sunday School – the place where I first heard the story of Jesus and where my spiritual pilgrimage started.
I was about 5 years old. Mrs Fitzgerald who lived on Martin Cresent took me every Sunday to the Presbyterian church in Northcote, in the northern suburbs of Auckland. On the wall was a verse from the Bible:
"God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son, so that whoever belives in Him should not perish but but have eternal life." John 3:16
That passage stuck in my mind. I think it was the first thing I ever memorized. It struck a spiritual chord in me and I was fascinated by the passage and its impact on me. Later on, I would believe.
So this month's banner is a revisiting of my early spiritual life, spurred on by a visit to New Zealand. Same old fence, I suppose.
Always good to revisit good things like that in your walk.
Hey, not far from where I grew up (on the border of Northcote, Glenfield and Birkenhead).