Back home again

In just over four hours, I flew on Monday from the north of Europe to the south, and from thick snow to gentle sunshine. As my plane began to descend into Málaga, I had a surreal moment when I caught a glimpse of mountains and coastline, and realised that it looked incredibly similar to the Western Cape. (I've flown into Cape Town airport more than any other airport in the world - nearly fifty times - and each time I glimpsed Table Mountain or the familiar outline of the False Bay coastline, there was always such a wonderful sense of coming home again.) Monday was strange because, even though the landscape was kind of similar, I realised that there was nothing at all that I recognised; nothing looked familiar, because I haven't lived here long enough, or flown into this airport often enough, for it to have gained the familiarity of "coming home."

Something rather interesting has happened each time that I've come home to Alhaurín over the past few months. On my first day back, "Tamba" (the cat I wrote about on 10th November) always finds me somehow in the street, or just appears on our doorstep and makes herself at home again. This time, though, my flat mate told me that she hadn't seen the cat for the whole three weeks I'd been gone in Norway, even though she'd occasionally put out some food for her. It seemed that this time she'd disappeared for good.

Anyway, I unpacked my suitcase and then headed up to the supermarket to buy some bits and pieces.... and, as I was walking home again, imagine my surprise when I suddenly heard a loud miaow, and there was Tamba, following at my heels like a dog. She ran all the way to our house and waited there until I opened the door for her. Over these past two days, the purring has been so loud, that I half imagined the neighbours could hear it! As far as Tamba is concerned, we're both "back home again."

Soon heading south...

Well, things got colder still, and in the end my "all-time low" was a day here in Grimerud when the thermometer registered minus twenty six degrees. The temperature is slightly higher in Oslo, and it will be warmer still when I get back to Spain. I'm more a fan of warm weather than of sub-zero temperatures, and so I'm quite looking forward to that, even though I've enjoyed the beauty of the snowy landscapes during these three weeks in Norway.

The first block of our PCYM is over now and most of the students are travelling back home today. It's been a very rich time, and we're looking forward to learning even more things with God when we come together in five weeks time for the second block of the course. In the meantime, though, I'll be travelling back to Spain on Monday, and will be there for the next five weeks. 

An all time low...

It's official: today is the coldest day of my whole life!!

More than twenty years ago, during a cold winter spell in the north of France, I experienced a day when the temperature was minus 22 degrees. This morning, here in Grimerud, we looked at the thermometer and saw that the temperature was minus 23. That means that today is officially the coldest day I have experienced in almost half a century of life on planet earth. But the sun is also shining (for a change) which makes the sky blue, and the frozen snow on the trees is really beautiful. Here are a couple of photos taken at lunchtime today.

Retreating and Advancing

Well, after two and a half weeks of daily visits to hospitals, I ended up at hospital myself last Sunday morning. Turned out I had tracheitis and bronchitis, and the doctor gave me antibiotics to take during my first ten days back in Spain. 

I flew back here on Monday and this week has been our LDC staff retreat - a time of "retreating" in order to be able to keep "advancing" effectively in what God is calling us to do in the area of leadership development within the mission. We were a group of around fifteen people this week - some who had just been working with a Leadership Development Course in South America, some who were preparing to work with the LDC in Asia next month, and some of us who will be working with the LDC in Europe this spring. The week was a time of praying for these different training courses around the world, as well as taking time to share from our own lives and pray for each other.

As I look ahead at 2009, much of my ministry focus for the next nine months will be on equipping and developing leaders for Christian ministry. On the one hand I will be helping to pioneer this first LDC in Alhaurín: a course that will be attended by 20 - 30 leaders from different parts of the world. And at other times of the year, I will be working with a special Child and Youth Ministry school (PCYM): a course that will train around 20 youth ministry leaders from different parts of Europe.

Now that I'm back in Alhaurín de la Torre, where I regularly walk past the tower that gives the town its name, I am reminded often of the scripture in Proverbs 18 verse 10: "The name of the Lord is a Strong Tower: the righteous run to it and are safe." My prayer for 2009 is that I will regularly "retreat" to the strong tower of God's presence, so that I can "advance" in knowing Him and making Him known to others this year.

New Year's News

Only a few hours now until we begin a new year. I wonder what 2009 holds for me and for you. Of course, none of us really knows what lies ahead in a new year, but I find so much security in the fact that God does know and that we can trust Him completely. This time last year, I had absolutely no idea where I would be living at the end of 2008. As the year ends, I'm living in a new home, in a new country, and learning a new language. This time last year, none of us would have predicted this so-called "credit crunch" and the closing down of High Street stores that had been household names in the UK for decades! We can't predict where 2009 will take us either... but we can choose to trust the God who holds past, present and future in His hands.

We've continued to spend most of the past week visiting my Dad in various hospitals, and we now know that New Year's Day will be spent in hospital too. In fact, medical staff told us yesterday that he will probably spend at least another four weeks in hospital, and possibly up to eight weeks. As I understand it, they want to keep him on intra-venous antibiotics long enough to make sure that no further infection springs up in the brain or the surrounding bone... and perhaps that means waiting until the scar has completely healed and closed up. He still has stitches at the moment. But we are thankful to the Lord for His faithfulness towards our family, and for the fact that my Dad is now once again making a good recovery from such major surgery.

As we enter a new year, I pray that you and your family will also experience the love, faithfulness, guidance and blessing of God in 2009.

The sea and the season...

Only twelve days now until Christmas. Next weekend I'll be flying back to Scotland, where I'll be spending Christmas and New Year with my family. (By the way, my Dad is continuing to make a wonderful recovery after his recent brain surgery.) I'll have been in Spain for almost three months: weeks of settling in, learning the language, making new friends, and getting involved in some local ministry.

We don't have a car yet, so we haven't ventured much further afield than Alhaurín de la Torre. This week, some friends from Torremolinos took pity on us when they heard that we had been living in the south of Spain for two and a half months and hadn't set eyes on the sea yet. So they came to fetch us in Alhaurín and drove us into Torremolinos for coffee. In summer time, Torremolinos is a busy resort, with sunbathers lying on the beach and swimming in the sea. This week the beach was deserted and all the little chiringuitos (beach-front coffee places) had already closed their doors for the winter season. So we caught just a fleeting glimpse of the sea, and ended up just drinking coffee together somewhere in the town. But it was nice to "get out" and spend some time with new friends.

Christmas lights are up in Alhaurín now - which makes the streets look very pretty, but it seems to be putting some strain on the electricity supply, and some people are having regular blackouts. Last night we had to hold part of our youth Bible study by candlelight. The teenagers didn't seem to mind; it all kind of added to the feeling of Christmas, as we discussed the gospel accounts of the birth of Jesus.

Mysterious goings on...

For a number of weeks now, there have been some mysterious goings on in an unused church around the corner from our house. If I passed by at night time, I could sometimes see lights and hear muffled voices. Once or twice there was also a strange sound of sawing and hammering...

All was revealed this week when Alhaurin's famous nativity model was unveiled. Sue and I popped round to the little church this evening to see it, and it is very impressive: the entire church is filled with a large model showing things like the Bethlehem census, the birth of Jesus, the angels appearing to the shepherds, the visit of the wise men, the flight to Egypt, Jesus' childhood in Nazareth, etc.  Now we know what was being prepared in secret for so many weeks. Those who visit the model are invited to bring rice, oil or sugar, which will be given to bless refugees this Christmas.