This is my 100th blog entry and the hardest one to write. The Pastor I call Husband and I have been on a journey, a journey to leave our wonderful Canadian family and return to Sydney Australia to start a church.
The Lord, He has this amazing ability to interrupt plans, change dreams, create fresh desire, give courage and daringly ask servants to do the unimaginable.
My husband and I have been led to blaze a new trail, to pioneer a movement which takes callous knees and open hands to do. The type of calling that can only be birthed and sustained by God alone. The perfect place where He gets all recognition and allows us to be vessels.
We have a passion, it burns in our bones and keeps us dreaming together late into the night. It simple yet complex, to love people radically. We want others to know God by our example of agape. That through our imperfections a pointing will be done to Jesus. We get it wrong at times, mess up and stumble but our motives are pure.
A holy dissatisfaction has birthed as we see statistics of the next generation abandoning faith in Christ- its time for us all to be proactive and live out our God ordained conviction. Our heart is to reach out, enable, encourage, spur and create a place of belonging to any person but especially those who don’t know Christ. We will not die wondering what small part we can play…not on our watch.
We observe the aching need our society has…It screaming out for raw authentic relationships. We all want to be seen, accepted and loved. How do I love loads of people well…the answer is poorly, I simply can’t.
So an uncomplicated answer is to keep the groups of people to a smaller size. To create a place where you are welcomed and embraced just as you are. The type of environment where judgement is abandoned and mercy given. The type of place where masks and facades are left at the door and you enter just as you are. Imperfect yet perfectly loved by the King of the universe.
The type of community where your children are embraced and mentored by a solid gathering of ages, an outpouring of life given amongst one another, weekends away, tears, joy, prayer, laughing- The messy yet beautiful space where day-to-day life is journeyed together and never in isolation.
You see we don’t go to church but those who believe in Christ are the church.
So a space in time has been carved where this Husband and Wife unite as Pastors for Three Rivers and follow our God ordained dreams.
The concept of Three Rivers will be revealed further in the near future and answer questions of how is it different to a ‘home church’ model. That will all come at a later stage. For now we have an amazing church family to stay invested to. Our Canadian family have gotten into our hearts and we love them deeply. The Pastor I call Husband and I have had our hearts split in two at the thought of saying ‘Goodbye.’