It all changed for me as we entered the town of Kumara. I had a pain in my side and was feeling dizzy. My heart rate started to go up and I felt like I had to work extra hard to keep moving.
As we stood outside the Greymouth Railway Station, ready to hit the West Coast Wilderness Trail, I knew the day of reckoning had come. I thought about the training I had done – wondering whether it was enough – and realised there was no turning back.
I’m inviting young adults on a trip to the place where the gospel was preached for the first time in Aotearoa New Zealand. But before I give you the details, I’d like to tell you a story for context.
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I just couldn’t square the line about “joy in every step”...
Trust the process. Keep moving. One step after another.
An unlikely friendship that God used to spark a spiritual revolution in Aotearoa.
"None of us signed up to just steward the decline of the church."
Ignorance carries an unexpected gift.
There is an innate part of us that aspires to what we were originally created for.
When God is present, emptiness never has the final say.
Love so amazing, so divine.
The big changes in my life have grown out of small, ordinary moments – not grand gestures.
We are called to be ambassadors of reconciliation.
"People in our community are already asking questions about meaning and spirituality."
We lead out of who we are more than what we say.
