My old Sunday School

My old Sunday School – the place where I first heard the story of Jesus and where my spiritual pilgrimage started.

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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.

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Andrew

Andrew Jones has been blogging since 1997. He is based in San Francisco with his two daughters but also travels the globe to find compelling stories of early stage entrepreneurs changing their world. Sometimes he talks in the third person. Sometimes he even talks to himself and has been heard uttering the name “Precious” :-)

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