What does my PhD have to do with mission?

Academic Research and Mission

Now that it's the end of my third year of PhD work, I am seeing a little bit of light at the end of the tunnel. My research is developing very well in terms of making what I believe is a solid contribution to knowledge. I'm in the process of arguing for three 'doctrines of power', or general assumptions, guiding Constantine's use of imperial power in the internal church affairs of schism and heresy. My method for engaging with this question is to analyse specific language patterns in the surviving letters of Constantine concerning his involvement with the churches in order to more clearly define how and why the emperor did what he did in relation to divisions among Christians. 

What does it have to do with mission work in general, or our experiences over the past several years as many of you have followed, supported, and prayed for us? 

Statue of Constantine, York Minster (UK)

The reign of the Roman emperor Constantine is generally remembered by many modern Christians as a 'marriage of church and state' and, for some, this even involves a 'fall of the church'. I believe these assumptions are inaccurate historically, and potentially harmful in terms of faith and theology. One basic question I frequently ask is: if the Gospel is indeed for all people, then must it not embrace a Constantine just as surely as the poor and powerless? 

Aside from that, I think of the following: 

• Our churches and individual missionaries must work within a variety of political systems, not all of which allow for some of the freedoms of a truly democratic nation. We must both obey the law, and pursue God's mission; that requires knowledge and wisdom. The right, ethical, and legal thing to do is not always so clear in every case: how do we as Christians in different nations and systems operate both faithfully and in respect of the rule of law?
  
• The 'separation of church and state' as it developed in the United States is quite distinct from the 'state church' system found in Europe and the UK. Other areas exist where there is not the same distinction between categories of 'political' and 'religious' at all. It's important to understand this context wherever we find ourselves serving.
  
• Our churches in Western countries find themselves very divided over political ideology. Those on either 'side' politically frequently wonder out loud how someone can be a Christian and support Brexit, or Hillary Clinton, higher taxes, or cutting programs for the poor. Division is what happens when some kind of idol replaces right worship. But when people can't agree, should they be made to? Should legislation enforce morality? To what extent should Christians be politically active?

Those are just some of the things my research continually brings up in my mind, even while not all of them will be directly engaged in the final product.

Over this next year, I will soon (Lord-willing and brain/energy-permitting) complete a first draft of the entire thesis as well as undergo the revision process before final submission. My deadline is 31 October 2018, after which there will be an oral defense (called a 'viva' here). There will likely be a further period of making any requested revisions or corrections as a result of that examination. Graduation itself will follow in October 2019.

There is a lot of work left, but I sense that it has begun to 'wrap up'. I've learned so much more than will ever be written in 80,000 words. I've also learned that there's so much MORE to learn, and I'm truly excited about pursuing further study and research in the future. 

An Average Day for Andrew

But studying is far from all I'm doing.

Last year, largely due to a heavy load of responsibilities related to being a Resident Assistant in the dorm, I did not have the time to accept a couple of teaching opportunities.

This term, however, I am able to make up for some of that loss. I have served throughout my time in Manchester as the Postgraduate Assistant in Church History and Theology. It's basically what you'd call a 'teaching assistant', and I work with two different lecturers. There has been some 'grunt work' involved, such as scanning or photocopying assigned readings and organizing several lists of books ordered by both departments. But there are also some more enjoyable opportunities, like grading exams or essays and teaching in the classroom for a session or two. 

I've actually been quite busy as postgrad assistant this semester. I've even enjoyed some of the 'grunt work' as it has allowed me an occasional break from the rigors of research and writing. At the end of October, I taught a session on the Council of Nicaea (A.D. 325) from a theological perspective in a course called Christian Doctrines. In mid-November, I taught a further class session on Constantine, the Council of Nicaea, and 'Church/State Issues' from a historical viewpoint in a class called The Early Church. I've also led a small discussion group each Tuesday morning as part of an Intro to Theology class, which probably deserves a separate entry on its own to tell you about. Stay tuned on that one.

Through parts of the Christmas holiday, I will be grading essays and exams in Early Church while 'moderating' work in Christian Doctrines. 'Moderating' basically means that someone serves as an impartial second set of eyes to ensure that the actual grading (or 'marking' as it's called here) is fair and aligns with the course objectives outlined in the syllabus. 

These are some of the responsibilities of a PhD student aside from research and writing for the thesis. In fact, it often feels like work on my thesis happens in my spare time! There are conferences and seminars to attend, papers to write either for presentation or publication, revising everything that gets written down at least 3-4 times (chapters get revised about 20 times before I even hand them in!), occasional meetings with my advisor(s), keeping up with current trends related to my area of research (more reading), keeping up with language study as much as possible, and then doing what can be done as far as gaining valuable work experience (serving as postgrad assistant, for example). 

There is even more to it than that (such as the extensive preparation involved with teaching a single session!), but there's no need to go into excruciating detail. Your prayers are certainly asked for and appreciated as I re-double my efforts to finish with excellence and in a timely manner, while balancing it with supporting Gina, getting enough rest and maintaining my health, and enjoying a few good friendships. -- Andrew

My social media pledge

I wrote this today. I'm sharing it with trembling and fear, because I worry I won't live up to it. Christ have mercy.

Anyone want to join me? (I have a feeling this means I will talk and write a LOT less.)

Social Media Pledge

As a follower of Jesus Christ, I will pledge in my social media interactions (and in all my other interactions) to:

1. Ensure that I speak only when I am certain my motives and statements are rooted in Christ’s love.

• If I speak in the tongues[a] of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal (1 Corinthians 13:1)
• By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another." (John 13:35)
• Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. (1 Corinthians 13:4-6)

2. Speak to and about others on social media the way I would like them to speak to and about me.

• Do to no one what you yourself dislike. (Tobit 4:15)
• Do to others as you would have them do to you. (Luke 6:31)

3. Ensure all my comments and statements are “only what is helpful for building others up” and “may benefit those who listen.”

• Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen. (Ephesians 4:29)

4. TRULY listen and try to understand the other’s ACTUAL point of view before responding, asking questions for clarification when necessary, rather than ascribing to them an idea or belief (usually negative) they may not really hold.

•  My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, (James 1:19)

5. Prayerfully consider my words before I speak, and avoid speaking out of anger or hurt.

• My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, (James 1:19)

6. Avoid engaging in silly or pointless debate, and keep my focus on what is important.

• Do not answer a fool according to his folly, or you yourself will be just like him. (Proverbs 26:4)

7. Be a blessing to everyone, as much as I am able.

8. Diligently check my facts, find out the source of stories, news and rumors before commenting or sharing them, and ensure the source is legitimate before sharing or commenting.

•  Lying lips are an abomination to the Lord, but those who act faithfully are his delight. (Proverbs 12:22)

9. Avoid criticizing people on public forums, rather addressing any grievances privately.

• If your brother or sister sins, go and point out their fault, just between the two of you. If they listen to you, you have won them over. (Matthew 18:15)

10. Be quick to humbly apologize for giving offense.

• Therefore, if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother or sister has something against you, 24 leave your gift there in front of the altar. First go and be reconciled to them; then come and offer your gift. (Matthew 5:23-24)

11. Strive in the hard work of achieving forgiveness toward anyone whose comments have hurt or offended me.

• Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. (Colossians 3:13)

12. Speak to and treat others with respect and dignity – as if they themselves are Jesus – avoiding condescension, contempt, snideness or dismissiveness of their values, beliefs or feelings.

• The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ (Matthew 25:40)

-- Gina Pottenger, September 2017

A Bed Bug Parable

Female bed bug.

When you travel as much as we do, somewhere in the back of your mind you know it is inevitable that at some point you will encounter bed bugs. You hope not, but it's a very real possibility.

That day arrived for us this summer when we stayed at a hotel while on a work-related trip. The very first night in the room, as we were getting ready to turn out the light, we noticed a couple of small insects in the bed. Suspicious about this, we checked the bug in our bed against pictures of bed bugs on the Internet and there was a match.

We rushed down to hotel reception to alert them, and they quickly moved us to another room. But as we packed up to move, we noticed that numerous bugs were emerging out of the mattress and pillows right in front of us!

I know about the danger of bed bug infestations moving with travelers, so although we changed rooms, we feared that somehow a few might have gotten into our luggage during the couple of hours we had bags in that room. Or maybe that room could be infested, too. So the next day the hotel called a specially trained dog to come and check our new room and our luggage. The dog sniffed everything but did not find any bed bugs. That really put our minds at ease and so for the rest of the week we did not worry.

However, after Andrew had already returned home a few days before me, on the last morning as I was packing up to leave, I found a bed bug in the bed. This meant that all week my belongings had been in an infested room, and I had also been sleeping in an infested bed!

This meant I could not bring anything from the hotel into the building where we live until I had washed and dried everything that could be washed and dried (including myself), hand-inspected every item of which I could see every surface clearly, throw away some things, and left everything else outside until we could buy a special device that would allow us to bake these items up to 120 F degrees, including our suitcases, shoes, etc., to kill any hidden bugs or eggs, since they are insecticide resistant.

Because Andrew had returned ahead of me, before we knew that our second hotel room was also infested, he had already brought his things into our apartment. So we spent all weekend cleaning and washing and checking everything in the apartment, and had to order special linens for our bed that will guard against bed bug infestations. This process was utterly exhausting and took basically two whole days.

Soon the evidence of our stay with the bugs in the hotel was apparent, as we broke out into a delayed allergic reaction to their bites, with painful, itchy welts all over.

I am not one to see a spiritual parallel in everything, but as I had to closely examine every single item from my suitcase to look for the tiniest white eggs or bugs, wash everything in the hottest setting, and even throw away some items that couldn't be washed or examined closely enough, I started thinking about two analogies: 1. The Israelites, who were mandated by God to cleanse the promised land of every people group who worshiped any false gods so that the Israelites would not be seduced away from their relationship with God (and because they didn't, they were); 2. And the need to eradicate every speck of sin in our lives so that even the smallest sins are not able to gain a foothold and gradually infest other areas of our life with darkness.

The thing with bed bugs is you cannot let even one egg or one bug into your house. It just takes a couple of these tiny insects to infiltrate everything, from books to picture frames; they can live under the baseboards along the walls and even inside electrical outlets. The females lay 5-10 eggs a day. And worse yet, they can live up to 300 days without feeding on human blood -- the only thing they consume. So even if you quarantine an object, you basically must seal it off for an entire year to ensure any bugs inside are truly dead. The cost of cleaning and preventing an infestation is high. The cost of dealing with an entrenched infestation would be much, much higher.

I just kept thinking about how it is the same way with sin: we must examine every aspect of our lives to root out even the tiniest bits of resistance to God and seflishness, or the potential is there for these things to create a foothold and spread, entrenching themselves in our lives and making it harder and harder to allow God to cleanse us and free us from their grip.

I hope that we never have to face bed bugs again, and I hope that none of you have to, either. And I pray that in the same way, we are all able to stay vigilant about areas of our lives where we need to do some cleaning and rooting out, so we can live in the peace of Jesus.

Dreaming God's dreams

Two months ago almost from today, I was at the Dare 2 Dream conference held by the British Isles North and British Isles South districts. The weekend conference was dedicated to helping pastors and lay people alike to listen for God's dreams for their communities and nations, and then to embrace those dreams. By necessity, those dreams would be far bigger than ours, and also, in many ways, unthinkable to our limited, human minds.

Today, I am with our church leaders of the South Asia Field, and in the afternoon session we are being challenged to listen for God's dreams for South Asia and beyond. The group was asked to try to identify the unthinkable, the impossible, that God might want to do.

This stretching exercise asks believers to realize that God's mind, and also His divine resources, are more than "we can ask or imagine".

I was reminded of the story of Jesus and the feeding of the 5,000 in Mark 6. It started when Jesus and the disciples were faced with a crowd of 5,000 men, and an uncounted number of women and children, who had been listening to Jesus teach all day, and they were hungry. Jesus told the disciples: I want you to feed these people.

This was Jesus' impossible dream.

37 They said to him, “That would take more than half a year’s wages^[e]! Are we to go and spend that much on bread and give it to them to eat?”

³⁸ “How many loaves do you have?” he asked. “Go and see.”

When they found out, they said, “Five—and two fish.”

The disciples had nothing. But a child had two small loaves of bread and some fish. The fact is that the resource they brought to Jesus wasn't even theirs. And it was far too small to accomplish Jesus' dream. Yet they brought it anyway. Whether their motive was to prove their point to him, or if it was a step of faith, we don't know. Either way, this small resource, offered to solve an impossible problem, was blessed and multiplied by the divine power of the Creator of the whole universe, and not only were the 5,000 and the women and children fed, but they were fed lavishly. There were 12 whole baskets left after each person had eaten their fill.

This story is a model to us for the fact that God's dreams are not dependent on our resources. When we stare in dismay at our material lack and decide we can't do more than what we have in our hands, we are limiting God. God only asks us to dream His dream, and to participate in the ways He asks, knowing He has His own resources in mind which He plans to bring to the table.

When we dream dreams that we can accomplish in our own power, we may not be dreaming God's dream, but our own.

I am moved by how both the Nazarenes in the UK as well as the Nazarene across South Asia are spending time dedicated to asking God what His dreams are for their world, and how He wants them to participate in that, without being held back by their own limited resources.

What dream is God asking you to dream with Him for your family, your community, your local church, your workplace, your nation, your people group?

^"20 Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, ²¹ to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen." --  Ephesians 3:20-21 (NIV)

Walking with God

As an American, my life until living in Europe was oriented toward driving everywhere. I didn't live places that had extensive walking trails and as anyone who has lived in America knows, except for dense urban areas, people don't generally use their feet as a mode of transportation. It's simply not practical. Things are very far apart.

After living in Europe for seven years, I've really embraced the whole walking thing -- as both recreation and as my primary way of getting around. I love it. As a fidgety, active person who has trouble sitting still, walking not only is a pleasant way to get to the grocery store and run any number of errands, it's become a favorite way to exercise as well as to clear my head, get fresh air, and find time and space to pray and think.

Maybe this new lifestyle is why a certain phrase I kept noticing in Genesis captured my imagination in a new way: "He walked with God."

The first time it is used with an obscure character named Enoch of whom we know scarcely anything (Genesis 5:21-24). Yet, the writer says twice of him in just one paragraph, "And Enoch walked with God."

In the Flood story where the writer describes the human race as already so incredibly depraved that God actually regrets creating human kind (Genesis 6:6), one man stands out as righteous in God's eyes: Noah. The writer says, "Noah was a just man [and] perfect in his  generations, [and] Noah walked with God."

There it was again: Noah walked with God.

Then, there is Abram. I have recently come to realize what a profoundly amazing man he was. I think I lacked the proper respect for Abraham until recently. I unconsciously viewed him as a backward, uneducated, Bronze Age nomad who, yeah, gives us a good example of faithfulness and believing God's promises, but who also did some pretty dumb things that created a lot of messes God had to get him out of.

Yet, in re-reading his story this winter, I found myself humbled and even humiliated by his deep and unshakeable trust in God through decades of waiting for God's promises to be fulfilled. I was most awed by the moment when he agreed to slay his only son as a sacrifice because God commanded him to do so. His beautiful, pure faith in God in that moment far outstrips any faith I will ever have in God. And I was stunned by his seeming prophetic declaration that reached more than a thousand and five hundred years beyond him: that God would provide another sacrifice in his son's place -- a glimpse into the future when God would send His only Son as a once-for-all sacrifice to atone for the sin of all humankind (Genesis 22:8).

This simple, ancient nomad possessed a faith more deeply rooted than I'm sure I will ever have. And what rooted him in this way?

"The Lord had said to Abram, “Go from your country, your people and your father’s household to the land I will show you....So Abram went."

In essence, he took off on a journey with God. I think it is no coincidence that later, when they are in conversation, God says, " I am God Almighty^[a]; walk before me faithfully and be blameless.^"

The repetition of this image of "walking with God" caused me to reflect, "What does it mean to walk with God?"

"Walk" is obviously an action word. It stands in contrast to the idea of sitting quietly or passively. Walking implies that a person is moving from one position to another. Possibly a journey? It can be both an act of aimless wandering or a brisk journey to a specific, intended destination.

A few years ago when I was struggling to be faithful in Bible reading and prayer because I sat at a computer all day for my job and had zero patience left for sitting any more of the day, I began a practice of listening to a Bible reading podcast and prayer while jogging or walking for an hour. This helped tremendously with my focus and consistency of spending time with God. I would walk and listen to the Bible passages, reflect, and pray. For me, having permission to physically "walk with God" each day was incredibly refreshing.

But I think this phrase in Genesis means much more. 

Recently, I attended several lectures by the missiologist Alan Hirsch. He described the disparity between how Jesus discipled his followers in contrast with how we do so in Western civilization today. Our modern evangelical churches tend to conduct discipleship through reading and studying together, where we read books and examine ideas and discuss them. He said this model expects ideas to precede or generate behavioral change. Yet, he said, studies show that changed ideas or beliefs don't automatically lead to changed behavior, to transformation.

James 2:19: ^"You believe that there is one God. Good! Even the demons believe that -- and shudder."

The demons who believe in God certainly are not transformed.

Hirsch descibed Jesus' way of discipling: He and his disciples walked all over the place together for three years. They not only listened to his teaching, but he gave them assignments: heal people in my name; take only your cloak and staff and go from town to town teaching about the kingdom; feed the crowds. Hirsch said they actually learned by doing. Often they didn't understand what they were doing until later, sometimes much later. Their ideas and understanding and belief changed as a result of doing things first.

At one point, Jesus tells his listeners that if they want to be his disciples, they must pick up their cross and follow him. He is so often asking people to "follow me." Again, another action phrase. A challenge to walk with Jesus.

What does it mean to walk with God? It seems to be about knowing God intimately through a journey that includes action, obedience, sacrifice, faith, personal growth, asking questions, slowly developing understanding, sometimes suffering, sometimes experiencing joy.

There is nothing passive about relationship with God.

Giving our best

In Lebanon, there is not a culture of purchasing second-hand items as a cost-savings method for acquiring new-to-you clothes, shoes, furniture or household items. People want the things they own to be new, one local friend told me. So, it's actually a bit ground-breaking that our Nazarene church there has opened a second-hand store that sells clothing, shoes, bags for just a few dollars each as a way to meet the needs of the huge influx of destitute refugees who have flooded into the country from Syria, and to a lesser degree, Iraq.

I had to chance to visit the Karibe store and warehouse to see this ministry in action. The shop gives the church members a way to further support people who desperately need assistance, such as distributing big food packages to people who have registered for help.

The shop is set up in a space that was donated to them by a Catholic abbey, which had empty space available and was happy to support this work.

When we got to the warehouse areas, the church leaders showed me large boxes filled with donated clothes, toys, belts, bags, shoes and more. They were sent in huge crates from several countries in the West to help the church get Karibe started.

While I wandered through the room, shooting pictures of the items waiting to be displayed upstairs in the shop, I noticed a corduroy jacket with very visible stains on the light-colored material. I pointed this out to the volunteers.

They said, "Yes, in fact about 20 percent of what we receive in the shipments is not fit to be sold to our clients. The items are damaged, stained or not in good condition."

"Twenty percent?" I repeated, appalled.

"Yes. And we had to pay $5,000 to get the shipment through customs. And yet, we cannot use up to 20 percent of it, maybe more," I was told.

One of the women showed me a pair of shoes of which the leather exterior was peeling horribly.

Although I had not personally participated in the donations of these items, I felt embarrassed. I imagine that further back in the past I may have donated items I would not be proud to find in these boxes today. (Wasn't it the same thing all those times when I cleaned out food from my cupboards that I didn't want, like canned peas and kidney beans, and put them in the food drive box at church -- mainly as a way to just get rid of them? I didn't spend time thinking about who would receive them and if they'd want to eat them any more than I did.)

Looking at these ruined clothes, I tried to assume the best. Perhaps there was a mistake somewhere in collecting these items, or those who packed up the shipments didn't have time to carefully sort through before sending them on. But I thought about the $5,000 that the church had to pay to get the clothes out of customs, and how much of that money was essentially wasted on worthless clothing.

I've been reading the Old Testament lately, specifically Genesis, Exodus, and I'm about to head into Leviticus. There are many laws set down by God that clearly illustrate his high standards. In every facet of life, he gives us his best first, and he expects from us our very best in return.

When he asked his people for sacrifices, he expected them to give every firstborn animal of their livestock, as well as the first fruits of all their harvests. Every animal sacrifice thereafter should be without blemish. It should be healthy, whole, and perfect. People weren't going to get away with giving him their cast offs -- animals or crops that they would be happy to do away with while keeping the best for themselves. He gave them his best and he wanted them to give their best in return. Centuries later, he gave all of us his best: his Son.

As we share with others, we follow this same standard when we give items we ourselves would be proud to wear, or use, or decorate with. A rule I've heard for donating tangible items is: If YOU wouldn't use it, don't donate it.

Thanks to the many nice items that have been donated, this church in Beirut has a large shop space filled with very good, gently used clothing and shoes for adults and children. I even saw a beautiful wedding dress. Through this ministry they are making face-to-face contact with people and starting to establish relationships that will allow for more service to them in the future, and hopefully life-transforming journeying together in the hard road of life. Some will come to know Jesus personally and join a supporting, loving church family.

This is what comes when a church gives its best to its community.

Spring

Autumn is my favorite season. As someone who has not much interest in flowers and plants, I have traditionally had little use for spring. But I've welcomed spring with a new joy in the past few years, and it's not just because the winters are incredibly long in northern Europe.

Several years ago, when we lived in Germany, the country's meteorologists reported that due to historically rainy weather patterns, they had recorded the darkest winter since they'd been keeping such measures of sunlight. As someone who is afflicted with mild seasonal depression when I lack consistent exposure to sunshine, this made for an awful winter. It was unfortunate that at the same time, I was using a new migraine-prevention medication that I did not realize had depression as a side effect.

For the first time in my life, I experienced what clinical depression feels like. Since I didn't realize it was medication-related, or that the winter was going to have much less sunlight that usual, I had no idea why I was depressed or if it would ever end. My only desire each day was to go to bed and stay there. I longed to simply be unconscious. I had no pleasure in anything (except eating sugar and, thankfully, running/walking).

I struggled to go to work, and to think clearly about my tasks, and to concentrate long enough to complete them. All day I thought about my bed, and each night I went to bed earlier and earlier, because there was nothing I was interested in doing except sleeping.

In March, we traveled to Colorado where we planned to spend two months on a speaking tour in churches. I eagerly looked forward to being in my home state, which boasts 300 days of sunshine a year. I also had learned about my medication-complication and adjusted that accordingly.

However, spring had not yet come to Colorado Springs when we arrived. Having been gone more than 18 months, I had forgotten how brown and dry and desert-like the city is in winter. There was no color anywhere. It was so ugly and depressing.

I was walking one day, in early April, in my parents' neighborhood, praying to God about my depression and longing for some kind of change. I noticed that buds were starting to appear on the trees and bushes. The brown branches were becoming a bright green. Flowers were poking up from the soil in people's yards. Everywhere, I saw the signs of life and spring. As clear as if someone were standing next to me, I heard the words in my mind, "I can do the same for you."

I knew in that instant that God had spoken to me, and He was giving me a promise that this difficult season in my life would pass, and I would experience new life. I was filled with awe and wonder at this very unusually clear message from God. His voice to me is often much more subtle.

I clung onto that promise for weeks until my depression ended. And I continue to remember that encounter with the living God who sometimes, for His own wise and good reasons, allows suffering, yet promises and gives new life, new creation, in His own perfect timing.

I also take comfort in the fact that our God is a God who has chosen to suffer, to experience hurt and heartache and loss and grief because He chooses to be in relationship with fallen humans who continually hurt and reject Him. And thus, he suffers with us when we suffer, and does not leave us. When I suffer, I realize I am not suffering alone. I know that going through that winter of depression has made me a more empathetic person, and also has helped me learn a bit better how to face and push through suffering, rather than try to run away from the pain or ignore it.

As the trees and flowers are again blooming here in Manchester after another long, sometimes dreary winter, I am reminded of that day in Colorado when God spoke His promise to me, and delivered. I know I can trust God, and I know He is with me.

-- Gina