My old Sunday School

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.



Andrew Jones launched his first internet space in 1997 and has been teaching on related issues for the past 20 years. He travels all the time but lives between Wellington, San Francisco and a hobbit home in Prague.


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