Invited to preach, I presented the gospel as clearly as I could and it seemed to land on good soil. The gifts of the Evangelist are discernment and faith. The Evangelist must be able to detect where people are at and then believe that words (God’s Word) has the power to transform someone. As I spoke, I noticeably recognized the power of God at work in the room. I had tremendous liberty in both proclamation and explanation. When I invited a response at the end of the hour, several raised their hands indicating that they fully understood the implications of the message. Hopefully, there will be fruit in the days and weeks to come.
Mother’s Day brought out three delightful and attentive sisters and their husbands…
I had to work hard to keep the very enthusiastic Raya from jumping up and taking over the pulpit. As they say, “All is well that ends well.”
I enjoyed working with Dr. Stephen Elliott who led the worship time. Sadly, poor Stephen has been deprived of gifting. He only plays piano, sings, church plants, Pastors and is now a professor. I have known Stephen for at least twenty-five years and have always considered him to be a bit of a ministry Renaissance man.
The added attraction LUNENBURG…
The Elliott’s drove out-of-the-way to take me to the historic port city of Lunenburg. It was now after lunch and the day had grown worse with a cold, spitting rain but we journeyed onward under the impression that we could get inside and under the roof of the nautical museum which features the famous “Blue Nose” schooner among other things. When we did arrive we found few touristy things to do so we had fish and chips while looking out of the window at this lovely tall mast being outfitted for an upcoming sea voyage.
A Busman’s Holiday
So what is a “Busman’s Holiday?” When a bus driver takes a day off he most often has so little money that all he can do is drive about in his car (something he does every day of his or her life). So, here we have it. I travel all of the time but when I get a day to myself, I wind up traveling once again. Yet, this provides a good time as long as my cultural informers won’t mind pulling over every so often so I can take a picture.
Then people think that I have lots of fun when I travel. What they don’t know is this. When I was in Norway, I spent a total of $5.80 in seven days. Then in Sussex, if it were not for the Tim Horton’s and Smitty’s Restaurant down the hill from the college, I would have had no outings at all. I certainly don’t spend my days in museums or laying on the beach. Generally speaking, when I am on a teaching or preaching assignment, I spend almost the entire time in a dormitory room or someone’s spare bedroom.
Peggy’s Cove is a rustic, authentic fishing village on the edge of the world. It boasts a splendid lighthouse and some magnificent and massive wave smoothed rocks that jut out into the cold Atlantic Ocean.
Regrettably, we didn’t get the best of days for taking photographs for watercolor paintings. It was a “close” day as Canadian’s call those days that are grey or foggy. Still, you’ll enjoy these pictures. Hopefully, I will one day get some of these quaint images on to watercolor paper.
Visiting Halifax, Nova Scotia
This is shot from the car as the Elliott van crossed over the border from New Brunswick. I briefly visited Nova Scotia once before as we drove through on our way to a Prince Edward Island vacation. P.E.I. is beautiful as anyone who has viewed the made for TV series “Anne (with an “e”) of Green Gables” PEI is beautiful but let me assure the reader that it is one week of beautiful and not two as we learned.
We are on the way to Halifax where we will stay with Pastor Kevin Wilson, Bev, his wife and daughter Emma (who gets a longer name when she is scolded). Emma is an absolutely delightful Shirley Temple of a little girl of five years who quickly warmed up to my Grandpa-ness. She reminded me of my own precocious granddaughter, Adriah.
Here the entire bunch are pictured standing on the boardwalk along the Halifax harbour. You might say that we were just “chillun.”