42 -- which they say is the answer to life, etc.
Friday October 24th, 1980. I remember it like it was yesterday. It's the day I became a Christian. 42 years ago, to the day. And if you like, you can read some of the story here, at my motorcycles etc. website.
A year or two later, I got to wondering. Because you cannot be a Christian without thinking, "you are not your own, but you were bought with a price". And that since your life is no longer your own, but to be lived in honour of the One who laid down his life for you... well, what now?
I happened to be attending a very missionary-minded church at the time. And part of the vibe of the place was that there was world out there with billions of people who had not even heard of Jesus, or that "God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son". So I thought, Maybe I could gear my life around doing something along the missions side of things? South America -- its history, exploration, and hispanic culture -- had started to fascinate me. So the idea of missions somewhere in South America got a hold of my brain.
About 10 years later -- after finishing university, theological college, and getting hitched to the lovely Kerry -- we had a serious crack at going to Ecuador, but there were difficulties with the organisation and things just didn't work out. And then our 2nd kiddo Megan was born, and so we needed to put off any idea of overseas work as life with Meegz took shape. Now, the massive news about Jesus being the most important thing, we channelled our energies into local church ministry in Western Australia. After all, the main thing is not where one plugs the gospel, but that one plugs the gospel according to the abilities, circumstances, opportunities and resources that God plops in your lap.
So, in God's time, here we are in Peru. And we just want to say a big fat THANK YOU to everyone who takes an interest in what we're up to, and supports our work however they can. It's a team (church-wide) effort. Onwards!