I was away at the weekend, travelling to Enfield for the Faithworks conference. I love travelling by train, it gives me time to read, sleep and watch other people. I was on the final stage of my journey, from Liverpool Street to Turkey Street (yes there is a train station called that). At one particular stop a man got on clutching a packet of photographs he must have just picked up from the developers - yes people do still get them developed! As he sat down and settled in for his journey, he opened the packet and started flicking through the photos. Each photo had images of people against the background of a hill, every picture looked as if it had been taken in the same place. As he flicked through you could see that he was remembering exactly the moment the photo was taken, the smell, the sounds and the sights and each photo came alive for him, sat on that train maybe a million miles away from where they were taken.
As he put them away, he got himself comfortable, closed his eyes and as he did that a smile came across his face which got wider and wider. He remembered exactly the moments of those photographs, no longer stuck on a page but now living, real and enlivening. The train became the memory and the smile was one of remembering.
It was a good conference, full of challenge and provocation and remembering. Remembering that God's Kingdom is real and it is coming as people all around the country are reminding people of Jesus by serving them with love and grace. As we break bread together we are called to remember with thanks all that Jesus has done on the cross. It makes me smile every time I remember that Jesus loved me enough.
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