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It’s always a real blessing and a privilege to be invited to speak at a church: it’s an even greater blessing and privilege to be asked back again – greater still when it’s twice in the same year, for even longer the second time! Many years ago I heard well-known speaker Gerald Coates say ‘In my ministry life, I’ve preached everywhere – ONCE!’ – and he also said ‘In ministry life, you preach everywhere twice – once on the way UP, second time on the way DOWN!’. I hope and pray that’s not my testimony after being back at the lovely church ‘The Way’ in lovely Hunstanton, Norfolk (if you’re posh, apparently, you call it Hunston!). I had a lovely Sunday speaking there earlier in the year, so it was a real joy to be asked back again, to speak a number of times over this past weekend, Friday to Sunday (with a lovely breakfast meeting included on Saturday!) and be with – now – good friends Gordon and Gill Tanner who lead the church, plus many others I began to get to know in February: and ‘old'(!!) friends Dennis and Cathy Acott and Chris Holland (also one of the leaders). I was so happy that I was able to have with me dear friends Jonathan and Helen, who contributed an enormous amount spiritually and in friendship to the weekend.

Gordon had asked me to speak around the theme of ‘Following Jesus/Walking with Jesus’ – here’s what the fellowship posted on their Facebook page yesterday, which was a lovely blessing in itself:

The Way Christian Fellowship Hunstanton

What a wonderful few days with Paul Bennison sharing a few of his many testimonies of what God has done through him on his obedient walk with the Lord.
Head to the website to hear them.
Thanks to Paul, Jonathan, and Helen for coming and sharing with us.
We had our share of healings too 😀

One of the ladies from the church, Lis, posted this with it: ‘It was a blessing to have Paul Jonathan & Helen this weekend. We received more of the LORD’S LOVE & GLORY. AMEN – 

-a wonderful blessing to be there. I’d read a great quote from Jackie Pullinger-To recently: Wouldn’t it be awful to get to the end of our life only then to discover that we’d wasted it’, and so I launched in to ‘Following Jesus’ with that challenging quote. I’ll always be eternally grateful that – when we step out of our ‘comfort zones’ in obedience, in obedience to the call of Jesus, even if initially it is kicking and screaming but doing it anyway – he uses the weak to overcome the strong, and the foolish to overcome the wise. I know that I fit both of those categories – 1 Corinthians 1:27: But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong – though hopefully a little stronger now than when I started, and maybe a little more wise, too (and no longer kicking and screaming)!

God blessed a number of people through words of knowledge and encouragement from Helen and Jonathan: Helen shared her own astonishing testimony of the last few months, and Jonathan his and Kathryn’s of the last few years. (Kathryn was the now well-documented driver of the ‘angel’ car crash with me in 1994!). I think all the words of knowledge were responded to, and all WHO responded received healing from the Lord – which should be ‘par for the course’ with words of knowledge! Some people received instant healing, others a significant change in the condition (be it spiritual or emotional), and others setting out at the beginning of a process of healing. I haven’t asked permission of the friends there if I can mention their names, but all being well I will, and post them another time. Suffice to say that a lot of pain went, degeneration of some serious illnesses stopped and regeneration began, arthritis/osteoarthritis healed (maybe not unsurprisingly!!), long-time emotional hurts and issues went, and much more.

When I look back over the weekend, it was such a lovely time of the Lord’s Presence, so much of his blessing, and even after all these years, it’s still a thrill and blessing to me when people’s lives are changed, even more so because it was just a few miles down the road from Hunstanton where my dear friend Ian Andrews prayed for me in Swaffham, Norfolk, in 1983 (I’d already been in full-time Christian work for 4 years then) and I received the passion and anointing to see people healed – through a man of God who’s own healing ministry now stretches back over about 50 years. Seeing God heal people in Norfolk felt like coming full circle from that day in 1983, when I LONGED to see God heal but (if I’m honest) doubted that he could or would ever do it through me.

Than you Gordon, Gill, Christine and your team for having me back at your wonderful Fellowship: thank you, too, Dennis and Cathy for your love, friendship, kindness, and care as well as your incredible hospitality to us three waifs and strays! I hope I can say ‘I’ll be back!’ – or ‘We’ll be back’!! (And then I’ll know it wasn’t on the way down!!).

****FURTHER REPORT TODAY, MONDAY!****

The owners of the cafe where we had the church breakfast on Saturday (not Christians as far as we know) – wrote to Gordon today, as we prayed for his wife who has been ill for many years with fibromyalgia and osteoarthritis. I prayed for her with Jonathan, Jonathan knew an angel was standing next to her which he thought was ‘my’ angel from the crash 25 years ago –

Good morning Gordon!

It was our pleasure to be of help and we would be only to happy to assist and provide if you should need us in the future.

*****has asked me to relay her thanks for your prayers and to inform you that she has had the best nights sleep in years!

Many thanks.

*****

Thank you, Lord! She was in a lot of pain and discomfort, and sleeplessness goes with afflictions she had – and it’s terrible, as you’ll know if you’ve ever suffered it. I have, and I’m truly grateful to God for blessing her….

A very worthwhile and enjoyable long(ish)-haul drive last weekend down to Devon, to speak at the Mid-Devon Christian Vision for Men (CVM) curry evening – my long-time friend Kevin Ball asked me to the lovely named Copplestone Methodist Church, Crediton, and it was a good evening. A good number there, Kev was a marvel in that he cooked an awesome amount of three different curries – hot, not so hot, and vegetarian (a curry without meat isn’t really a curry for me!!). Good curry, too – went for the hottest one, thoroughly enjoyable beef! Some good chats with a number of guys before the event, including a ‘blood-brother’ from Stratford, a fellow Cockney in the heart of Exmoor!!

CVM is a great ministry to men – the last few years it has expanded hugely, and for their ‘main’ event nationally – a weekend ‘in a field near Swindon’ (not hugely appealing to a dodgy-kneed non-camper like me, though!) they have in excess of 2,500 men, with many saved, and lives transformed.

Kev very honouring of our friendship, and of me, in his introduction. Not knowing most of the guys there, I thought I would hold back on some of the more ‘extreme’ testimonies I’ve seen God do, but still told a good number of the amazing things God is doing these days. I wanted to challenge the guys with ‘Wouldn’t it be awful to get to the end of your life and discover that you’d wasted it?’ – and it was more because of that theme that I prayed with a good few men – one lovely guy said to me: ‘I’ve realised that I’ve wasted my life up until now, and don’t want to waste the rest of it’ – I know a few felt that way. The joy is that once you reach that point, then you can decide not to waste the rest of what God has given you….

Just a couple of the comments from men there were a blessing –

• A great curry evening, Paul, an ordinary guy used by God to do extraordinary things. We ALL have a purpose!
• Andy Laidlaw Great night mate, thanks Paul for a splendid talk

One guy I spoke to was amazed at where God has taken me over the last forty years, the number of countries, and said ‘man, you must be loaded with money!’ – so I gently told him that wasn’t the case, that it’s 41 years on January 18, 2020, since my last ever salary cheque (and it was only half a month’s pay anyway, as I left at the end of December to go into Christian work!). That God has provided through his people, and supernaturally, blew him away even more!

Back at Kevin and Della’s home in Okehampton just in time to watch Brighton & Hove Albion thrash Tottenham Hotspur 3-0 on Match of the Day – capped off a great evening!

Down to Plymouth in time for the meeting at City Church – a super church that I’ve had the joy of visiting to speak at since January 1983 (my goodness me, tempus fugit and all that – 38 years and they still let me in! I picked up the same them as Saturday evening to start with, but as I so often find, digressed (moved off at a tangent??!) talked more about some of the more ‘outrageous’ things God is doing. It was great because my wonderful friend Julian had a word of knowledge early on that resulted in healing, and as I walked into the meeting, another long-time friend told me that her back, which had given her a lot of trouble, was completely healed last time I was at the church. Always nice to get those sorts of ‘occurrences’ BEFORE you speak!

The friendship with City Church has a rather lovely history too – I met a bunch of folk from there as they were prayer-walking and doing evangelism in the ‘suffering for the Kingdom’ location of St. Tropez! – I was speaking at a Christian holiday campsite, which I had to ‘suffer’ for many years (a great improvement on a ‘field near Swindon’ I’d have to say!

Prayed with a few folk at the end of the meeting – some felt the touch of God but no ‘dramatic’ instant healings – though I’m still in faith for Julian’s healing and will never give up praying for him. It was such a blessing that the whole church prayed for me, too – for my home here in Wales, for the restoration of my family, and for my knees to be healed. Colin, one of the leaders of the church, made a wonderful declaration about the family. It was so good, too, to be able to have a great lunch and a few hours, with Roy and Angie: the dear friends who flew to Ireland last year to help me when walking was impossible – so they cleaned the house and filled the freezer as Angie made constant meals for me over 5 days to keep me going for weeks and weeks!

And then to spend the evening with Julian and Olwyn, we haven’t really seen each other to natter to for a long, long time. Jules has M.S. – if you feel led, please remember him and Olwyn in your prayers. It was great that their daughters were there, Megan staying overnight so we caught up a few years of life too!

The journey back up the M5 was a bit of a pain as it rained most of the way, but I’m grateful for the car I have, even though it’s 11 years old now!

I was scheduled to go to Colombia with my dear friend Thanney, two weeks today, but because I’m hoping to start yet another ‘moving’ process any day now, I’ve postponed my involvement to be in Wales for when it might be possible to get into my own place. That means Thanney’s going alone, to start the process of the next BIG building project in Cali – seeing architects, planners, community leaders of the barrio we’ll be working in, and the city authorities. I’m very envious of him being there for 4 weeks, but then I’m looking forward to being totally settled here. I’m so grateful to Rob and Lucy for having me in their home while the home-hunting process happens – they’ve put up with me for 9weeks now! They’re a real blessing to me.

If any of you have had cause or need to ring me in the 13 weeks I’ve been in Wales, I’m sorry if you’ve not been able to! Phone signals in Welshpool are fine, but I’ve been in two villages a few miles out of the town, and had no phone signal from two of the major providers, O2 and EE, for all of those weeks! If you need to get in touch, emails work fine, Facebook Messenger, and WhatsApp are keeping me alive to the outside world!! I can pick up text and voice messages on the phone when I go into Welshpool…

To be ‘at home’ in the land of my own father – Wales – is lovely: it was a surprise when God made it clear that Welshpool was where he wants me purely because of the ‘geography’ for a regular Heathrow traveller and with many of the speaking engagements I get being in the southeast, but God is doing something special in Wales, with many prophetic words about the country and links to the Welsh revival…. so a month ago my flat in Kent was packed up and moved 200 miles northwest, into – for now – the garage of friends in the fellowship I’ve come here to be part of. The prayer is that God will do a miracle and provide me with something he’s promised over the last 5 years – my own home (it’d be the first home I could call ‘my own home’ since selling the last one I owned in 1983 to go to a ministry training centre) – but while waiting for that, or finding a suitable and affordable long-term rental property, I moved into an AirBnB property for the last month – to say that was ‘interesting’ would be a massive understatement!

I drove from Kent to the house, and on arrival was confronted by signs advertising most things ‘witchcraft’ – and the owners – one look at the wife and I knew that she was a witch! The house was filled with many occult books and artefacts, and the atmosphere was like I’ve never known! Some people might say ‘Why didn’t you get out?’ but I know that he who is in me is greater than he who is in any AirBnB or the world! Friends from the fellowship I’ve come here to be part of helped with covering some things up, moving books with titles like ‘Healing by Magic’, turning around statues of Buddha, covering over a native Indian ‘Dreamcatcher’…. the atmosphere changed as I and the friends here prayed, but it was still heavy…. I could have done courses in ‘Chakra Belly Dancing’ (! – don’t let your mind even go there!!), all things chakra, reiki, healing through magic…. oh yes, and a crochet course….

Monday night last week, at 4 am, unable to sleep (a problem every night in that house – I worked out that in 31 nights I slept for about 70 hours all of it very broken up) in the middle of a very wide bed, praying and listening to worship music, when I was thrown off of the bed by something unseen, landing on my knees (ooowww!!) and smashing my face on a heavy chair by the bed…. thought I’d broken my nose and lost my front teeth (I hadn’t fortunately though there was a lot of blood) but my knees are only just recovering to the pain level they normally are!

Some lovely friends have offered me a temporary home until I can either rent or miraculously get my own place, and I’ve had two nights of sleep, which has been bliss. I think I need a fair few nights before my body recovers… the Fellowship here is lovely, the folk have been so kind, helpful, generous in the amount of help they’ve given me, as the house I was in was so impractical for someone with mobility difficulties, especially the stairs! It’s a church based on Acts 2:42ff., so very different to what I left behind in Kent. It’s a delight to be with people who love and care for each other, have a massive heart for the area and the country, and God is moving some key people to the town which is just confirming some of the prophetic words that He’s spoken in recent months. It’s a thrill that God considers me able to be a part of what he’s going to do here, and to find that some of the folk in the Fellowship have been praying for 4-5 years that I’d come here. Now for the healing of the knees….

It’s a delight to be here and will be an increasing delight when I’ve learned to pronounce some of the place names (I can manage Welshpool!! – but not in Welsh – see if you can from the picture below!)), and when I can finally settle into what will be home. I look back and realise that I haven’t really had ‘home’ for many years – yes, I’ve lived in flats and houses, but none that I’d truly look forward to going ‘home’ to. So I’m praying that this will be a place to call home truly, and be part of what God is doing in Wales, as well as continuing to travel to many of the places I’ve been to in the past.

To say the last 18 months have been unusual would be an understatement in the extreme! To all those who think ‘living by faith’, seeing thousands healed over 35 years. travelling to lots of countries (many of which I’d never have CHOSEN to go to but fell in love with after God made it clear I’d be going!), is a wonderful life, let me put a few of the not so wonderful things into perspective for you when you try and follow the call of God obediently – and these just in the last year and a half!! (Not including, in previous years, losing my home completely 5 times, having to choose to give up the last house I owned – mortgage, but some equity! – 36 years ago in order to go to a ministry training centre for a time which the equity paid for!). If you still want to be a missionary and live by faith after this, then I’d say that God has called you!

But do you know what? I wouldn’t swap the house, equity, or anything, for what I’ve seen God do in the last 40 years, more especially the last 34 years – because He’s blown me away with what He’s done with and through this plonker from the East End of London, with where He’s taken me, with who I’ve met and become friends with all over the world (having never travelled abroad before apart from to France), what He’s given me the grace (and guts!) to eat (cow’s eyes, live flying ants, snake, cow’s lips, cat, dog…..want me to go on??!!), and now, arriving in Wales on the next ‘leg’ of my life of adventure, knowing that people of the Kingdom of Heaven have been praying that I’ll come here – for 4-5 years… I’ve not been part of too many churches in my life – most have been long-stay churches – I have to say it’s wonderful to come somewhere where the folk want me, are totally non-religious, not threatened by anyone with an existing ministry (you might be shocked at how many churches are, so they don’t want you!), and I’ve had more people visit me and help me here in 5 days than I had in the last 6 months!

Here’s the last 18 months in a nutshell(!):

• the previously documented wrecking of my right knee by an orthopaedic consultant in Belfast in January 2018, to then not being able to walk (and acute pain) for 10 months as a result,
• somehow managing a 3-4 week trip to Colombia in a wheelchair, to waking up one morning IN Colombia with my legs looking like I’d been stood in a barrel of beetroot juice all night and being diagnosed with chronic cellulitis
• some preaching – with mobility difficulties! – in Northern Ireland
• speaking at a great conference in Dublin in November and seeing God heal
• being told by other orthopaedic consultants that I might never walk again
• not being able to walk from my living to my kitchen (about 15 feet/5 metres) so not being able to eat for many of those months (but losing 120 pounds weight/8.5 stones/55 kg was a bonus)
• having the blessing of wonderful friends, Roy and Angie, from Plymouth, flying to N Ireland to spend 5 days with me to clean my house, and cook many meals I could freeze and then just stick in the oven, my not-yet-Christian neighbours in Northern Ireland frequently cooking Sunday lunch for me so often I had one meal a week(!)
• to being persuaded to move from Northern Ireland to Gravesend – and most ludicrously to do the move without a removal company
• giving away about half of my home in Northern Ireland as it wouldn’t fit on the trailer
• to renting a second floor (third if you’re American) flat/apartment without seeing it first, realising that there was no lift/elevator but about 36 stairs (poor knees!!) – and because of its location (about 20 minutes from London) – at a rent that made my eyes water – 3 times the rent I’d been paying in Ireland – God does have a great sense of humour! God made me aware early on that it wasn’t it a long term stay – thankfully – for all sorts of reasons, that he’d taken me there for a purpose which I’m thrilled to say has been fulfilled
• to being promised about a third of the rent difference by a ‘friend’ – the same promise every month for the 6 months I was there – and then to be told ‘You need to learn to live by faith’… hmm! He’s a guy in his forties and I’ve been living by faith for 40 years.! If I’m honest, it was hugely dishonouring and insulting! God’s wonderful though – he came up trumps every month so I didn’t have to even delay the rent 🙂
• wondering where I’d go after Gravesend (isn’t that just an awful name for a town? – I used to think that when I was a boy listening to the football results when they’d announce the ‘Southern League’ scores!)- there were a few places that seemed to be on the horizon (I DID wonder if one would be Colombia, but not this time!). Thinking it would be one place, then God hi-jacking my plans (!) and bringing me here to Wales – there are so many prophecies about Wales right now, and so much expectation, it’s exciting to be here to be a part of what God is going to do.
• renting a house through Air BnB for the next 3 weeks that is owned by the neighbours – extreme new agers, with books titled ‘Healing by Magic’ and similar – probably more occultists than new-agers!
• Most of my home is stored in a friend’s garage: and the stuff I asked the removal men to bring here for the next month or months, they mostly didn’t – including most of my clothes! If you hear on the news of a naked limping overweight walking round Wales, it might well be me….
• Then not really knowing where I’ll be staying/living after that – but I’ve been here before, and God’s always kept his promise from 40 years ago: ‘Trust me for your home, security, and income’.

So, despite the spiritual battle that was the last location, I’m really excited to be in THIS spiritual battle for a nation that has revival history – astonishing history – and the promise from God through countless people that Wales is on his agenda again….

A lovely friend from South London sent me this verse a couple of days ago – Job 36:16:

He is wooing you from the jaws of distress to a spacious place free from restriction, to the comfort of your table laden with choice food.

That is a wonderful encouragement and blessing!

Now to let these knees recover from 36 stairs for 6 months, and there’ll be no stopping me again….

Up until 1971, I thought I was living on ‘ok’ Christian life (when I look back, a lot of my ‘Christianity’ was pretense as a teenager at school) and was an active part of a great Youth Group in Heathfield, then it moved to Mayfield, East Sussex. I thought I was doing fine: my friend Andy and I had gone to the youth group from our homes in Eastbourne, feeling that the ‘Lord was leading us there’ – when truthfully, we’d heard there were a lot of pretty girls in the group, and Eastbourne – then – was a ‘cemetery with lights’ or ‘God’s waiting room’!! It was certainly right there were a large number of pretty girls – a wonderful blessing after what seemed a shortage of them at home!

God moves in mysterious ways, though(!) – and while we both found young ladies (I think without any doubt that Andy won the lottery out of the two of us!) – our ‘purpose’ in going to that group wasn’t God’s reason for us going there. I went as ‘pretend’ Christian, but within a few months at a weekend camp, where the speaker couldn’t come because he was ill, the replacement speaker was God’s plan for my life! A young, then unknown Clive Calver, fresh out of Bible College and filled with the Holy Spirit (which in the early 70’s was almost ‘taboo’ in evangelical churches), saw straight through my pretence and I knew he could see straight through me. To be in honest, in that moment, I absolutely hated him!

A few months on, Clive was going to lead an evangelistic mission – a coffee bar mission (there, that REALLY dates it, doesn’t it!!) and was going to teach us how to start conversations with people about the Lord, and lead them into a relationship with Jesus. Then he said that he wasn’t going to teach us, he was going to show us: ‘Paul, it’s time you got saved!’ If I’d hated Clive at the camp, now I was murderous! But that night, in 1972, I gave my life to Jesus: something I’ve never regretted, needless to say. I was working in a bank at the time, and I hated it – it was boring, monotonous, and I’d ‘done’ the only job that looked interesting – the counter, dealing with customers, and counting money! I stayed in the bank as it was then a good career, 2.5% mortgage (in an era of 14% mortgages!), with a reasonable salary and good pension hundreds of years in the future… Clive wanted me to leave and join Youth for Christ, where he was, by 1975 (I think) National Director, and I knew it was what God wanted, but I didn’t for the reasons I’ve just mentioned! So I argued with God for 4 years (I’m sure no one reading this has ever argued with God over a call on their life!). So God intervened again and moved me to another branch of the bank, which I hated with a 100% passion, so I demanded another move – to an even worse branch with an unbelievably awful manager (I won’t say where or who!!) – who insisted you give him 300% of your time and effort. So I finally caved in to God, and quit at the end of 1978…. Youth for Christ it was!

Would I go back? Not on your life! Was I living significantly in the bank? Not in a million years! Had I any idea when I started working for YFC in East Sussex where it would lead? Not in the slightest! I still had a house (though by now my salary had gone down the £0, no pension, and my mortgage to 15% (as it was a re-mortgage from the bank). Within about 4 weeks, my car – a wonderful(NOT!) diahrrea-coloured Austin Maxi (remember them? Remember that colour – only the dreadful Maxi, Marina, and Allegro were that colour! And as cars they were all as bad as each other!) – ‘blew up’ in Hailsham High Street, a wonderful sound of broken metal pieces hitting the road and a black river behind the car flowing down the road…. How could I do the job without a car? Well, God had that one up his sleeve, too: I was given an almost new Chrysler Alpine within a couple of weeks, which was an incredible blessing.

The desire to live a much more significant life was growing inside rapidly: you only get one life. Why spend it in insignificance? After 4 years came 9 months at a Christian Training Centre, then a move to become a homegroup leader, followed by Elder, followed by Youth Pastor at a church on the south coast (out of which came an event known as Cutting Edge, which became so big, and ‘spawned’ the wonderful worship band Delirious. Just as Cutting Edge was ‘taking off’ God hijacked me again (I so wanted to stay with Cutting Edge!) and said – ‘Hey, you, it’s to the four corners of the earth to preach, teach, and pray for the sick for you’.

I argued with God again! Didn’t want to do that – I’d never travelled, didn’t like foreign food, and didn’t have any money. A problem to God? Drat, no!! For 6 weeks and 9 prophetic words I told God he’d got the wrong person, but after the 9th, I realised God wasn’t going to shut up, so I said ‘Ok, Lord, I’ll go, anywhere except Africa or India!’. Don’t ever tell God what you don’t want to do or don’t want to go! Within 12 hours, 5 invitations – 2 to France (not such a problem as I loved baguette, cheese, and wine!), one to Hong Kong (not a problem as I love shopping and I knew HK was great for shopping, especially for gadgets! – but God was oh so sneaky on this one!), and two to Ghana (aarrgghh!). Ghana was first… thank you God, thank you very, very much!

I fell in love not just with a country but a continent, and saw wonderful things happen there, and in teaching at Youth with Mission schools, found a good number of students encouraged to go into ministry themselves planting churches in the bush region of Ghana, God’s sneaky trick with Hong Kong mostly took me into China, which I’d NEVER had agreed to if I’d known – but China changed my life forever, spending time with pastors living in revival and miracles, and meeting ex-dead people (resurrected by God with the expectation of the pastors that it had to happen as it said it in the Bible!), which grabbed me with a passion to see the same things happen wherever I went. I remember saying to God as I left China for the first time, ‘God I have to see these things happen, and I don’t care what it costs me’….

It HAS cost – a lot – not just financial, but in every other conceivable way. Would I go back? Never! When you’ve seen legs grow (from nothing to a full leg, not just popping down an inch or so!), when you’ve seen thousands and thousands healed all over the world, when you’ve seen the dead come back to life, thousands and thousands find faith in Jesus, lives transformed, churches planted, missionaries released into many parts of the world, had God provide in order to go to 111 countries (most of them multiple times – like Colombia 89, Romania 129, Mexico 35 and many more) – and when you bear in mind I come from a family that have had many serious illnesses and never liked travelling, and would prefer – probably – to die of starvation than eat rice and dal in India, or cow’s eyes and lips in Mexico, or cat and dog in China…. was so sick myself until I was six doctors didn’t think I’d live, was celiac until (much to my mum’s horror) eating sausages, beans, and chips a number of weeks in a row at a friend’s house, and when France laying on a sun-soaked beach in July would have been my ‘extreme’ travel choice, it’s been an amazing journey so far, and it’s going to get more amazing as the next years unfold…. and we can ALL do it……

Thank God he uses the foolish things of the world – and the fearful, who after kicking and screaming choose to be obedient… whoever would want to live a life of insignificance? I can genuinely say that I don’t want ‘fame’ significance, or ‘big platforms’ to preach from – just be great in the kingdom in God’s eyes, not people’s, by being the servant of all.