Eyes

Walking towards a post office in Oxford on Saturday, I was thinking about how I might find a good church to visit on Sunday. I could ask all my Facebook friends, but there would probably be no answer in time.

Then a booklet on a table caught my eye. It was the Gospel of John in Arabic—the same edition we have in Spain. Because we don’t have many left, I asked where it came from. Morris didn’t know, but as he had more of them, he gave me two.

We chatted for a while and he gave me the address of Cornerestone Christian Center. So the next day, I slowly walked through shady lanes the 2.5 kilometers there, praying, worshipping—no better way to spend an hour!

Arrived an hour before service scheduled to start, I was so blessed to see more than a dozen praying and to hear one praying the same theme I had sung on my walk: “Turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in His wonderful face, and the things of earth will grow strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace.”

The service was good, too, and they invited me to lunch with them, and then the pastor and another prayed for me before I left. Such a special morning.

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