Postkiwi Duncan Macleod

This last Sunday morning I wagged school (CSC Reunion) to attend church at North Invercargill Presbyterian, the church that employed me as a youth worker in 1984 and 1985. It was also the place where Ennis and I were married in 1985.

But of course it was nothing like the old days! Lots of families were away on holiday. The children and teenagers I worked with twenty years ago are all grown up, many overseas. There’s a new hall big enough to host a game of badminton. An excellent move long overdue.

It was good to have the invitation to share about the Seeds of Hope and Vision for Mission initiatives in Queensland. It was a reminder that I’m part of a missional network that includes a strong intercessory base. Maybe I should make more of that prayer support base.

The youth hall was still there – looking smaller than ever. This was the room where we held the newspaper night – filling the room up to knee height with crumpled newspaper. This was the room where we held our mock wedding. And the room where we held our discos. Not to mention indoor soccer and hockey games. I couldn’t resist taking a snapshot…