Sunday in Switzerland

yverdon sunday

Jennifer and I got off to a rather shakey start this morning as Baby Judah “Big Pants” Man was up every hour. That, and I snored whenever I did get a chance to sleep. So whatever little rest I got, Jennifer got even less. (Tonight Mr. Big Pants gets his own chambre at the “church hotel”).

Just before 10am, we took a stroll through the town, dazzling with a fresh layer of snow, and attended a service that welcomed all the churches in the area. The rich Protestant heritage was actually palpable, and a surprising change for me, as most of the old churches I’m used to seeing and or visiting in Europe are establishments of the Roman Catholic Church; unlike the States where Catholicism today is seen as a well-serving sect of Christianity, here it is viewed by Protestant Christians as a longstanding detriment to those seeking salvation. Most Swiss Christians trace their very exsistance to the Huguenots, French Christians who fled France during the Reformation, citing grace as the means of salvation, not ritual, monies, or works. As in most of Europe’s religious clashes, they were not lilly-white, themselves taking up arms at times; but the persecution eventually became so great that they fled, many to Switzerland.

eglise yverdon

The church was packed out. We sat right underneath the immense organ on the second level (the low end shook my bowels), and entered a few minutes late to the voices of over a thousand people. Unfortunately, Jennifer and I had to leave early as Big Pants Man was not impressed with the meeting, nor the 300+ year old benches we were sitting on (Daddy thought they were cool!).


The three of us found a quaint bakery afterward, and ordered croissants, tea, and cafe du lait (talking about how we wished Christian Fahey was here to tell us about running a bakery, and to talk history!), then got to know the owner, a young, hardworking gal not more than 30. We told her we’re praying for the success of her business and will visit again this week.

Finally, Jenny and Judah stayed back to rest while the team and I headed to the small town of L’Isle where we played for a new church plant. Though small in number, the meeting turned into a time of prophetic ministry and prayer for three teen guys. It was incredibly powerful as we all laid hands on them and spoke over their lives for almost an hour and a half! I had the feeling that if this trip was only for this one encounter, it was all worth it.

Tomorrow morning the School of Worship begins, and I’m preparing my heart and head for my first 3 hour teaching, followed by a 2 hour guitar class. ch:

Scotland: Days 2 & 3

ch-ichat-logo.png Saturday found Jenny and I headed northeast, across the Firth of Forth (that’s “The River of Forth” to all you non-Scottish speakers) to famed St. Andrews. As in the recent pic, we met up with more of the Meldrum clan and toured the sites of the beloved town where David and Helen met during their time at university together.

From traipsing through cathedral ruins over 900 years old, to standing beside stonework indicating the exact places where Protestant martyrs were burned at the stake, to overlooking castle ruins, it was a wonderful and yet profound experience. Following a delicious open-air lunch of trout and mullet (no, not the hair-cut), I had the chance to walk on the fairway of St. Andrews’ “Old Course” (birthplace of golf) and have my picture taken on the Swilcan Bridge. (Kirk, Noel and Steve…wish you were here!). While anyone can play (for about $350+ per game), it’s only by chance that you’ll get a go at it; want-to-be golfers enter their names into a daily lottery (given the fact that so many people want to play). If you’re one of the lucky few, your name and start time are posted on a board. Fore!

We returned later that day and David, Philip and I enjoyed a beautiful walk through a nearby forest here in Dalkeith and explored a local abbey, now turned college.

I am completely amazed at the sheer amount of history here–something I could get caught up in for weeks and still only have scratched the surface. The very ground leaks with profound legacy and tradition. But the Christians here are quick to point out that they are not proud of it all.

Their founding and world-wide exportation of Freemasonry is something they are grievously aware of. And the tentacles of the occult, witchcraft and ancient druidism have left their mark. We’ve discussed, however, that while the US lacks the length of years to wager the same atrocities, we are guilty of our own exportation of filth, just in different avenues; namely our movies and TV programing.

Regardless of the negatives, the Kingdom of the Lord is forcefully advancing here and Jennifer and I are overjoyed to share in its movement–no matter how small our roll may be.

Sunday we had the honor of taking the entire morning service at the Full Gospel Church (AG) in Dalkeith. The sanctuary was packed out as a youth dance team started off with Matt Redman’s “Dancing Generation,” a song that I believe speaks prophetically of what’s on the horizon for Scotland as a whole. Jennifer and I led worship for the next hour, the people easily entering with us into the presence of the Lord; their obvious hunger and experience made them one of the easiest congregations we’ve ministered to in a while. We could tell they’ve been well taught and genuinely desire to see a move of God in their midst.

I preached a short introductory message on being hungry for Jesus to be revealed fully in our lives, so that “Christ in us, the hope of glory” (Col. 1:27) may have His way in the county here.

After meeting the people, and being truly showered with love and warmth, we returned to the Meldrum’s home for a delightful lunch (not before spraying the boys next door with high-powered squirt guns!). Here we dined with a new friend, John, who was recently miraculously saved and turned around from a hard life on the streets. This guy has such a tender and kind heart, proving that the Lord doesn’t wish that even one would perish, but that all would have eternal life!

Then, last evening, Jennifer and I returned to the church and spent a longer time in worship, singing prophetically over the people and watching the Holy Spirit meet with those present in marvelous ways. Once we felt the Lord wanted to move on, I shared on maturing in Christ, speaking out of Ephesians 4 and Philippians 3.

It’s clear that there has been a solid foundation laid in this church, and from everything David has shared with us, the pastor here, the people are very much ready for what God has for them next. While I was in the shower Friday night, the Holy Spirit spoke the word “building” into my heart and, unless God changes the direction, I really feel that we’re going to continue in the vain of taking your county for Christ. We want to see souls saved, the culture changed and the society at large affected by Believers who are being obedient to the Holy Spirit in their lives.

May the Kingdom of God be advanced because of the seeds we sow here and more so beacuse of His everlasting faithfulness!

Thanks for reading and for your continued prayers,