marching day

The crowds were packed into the intersection on the Shankill Road. There was a buzz in the air as the different protestant lodges marched through the streets flutists, drumers, and twirlers giving it all they had. I always wondered why the children at our outreaches here in Belfast would use marching conducter batons, but at the parade where they sold childrens baton's and all the kids would march behind the conductors as they passed-I had no doubt why. It was difficult to imagine these little ones understanding that the groups they were marching in had very serious intentions that could be violent and at times sensless in their hatred of their neighbors not two blocks away. I wondered what beat that my children would march too, what heroes and toys would they idolize and what example I was leaving them.
Just then, one of the leaders from the church we are ministering with shouted, "theres my uncle!" Everyone waved as he passed by with his orangeman's garb on.
The whole experience left me desiring to seek God's face so much more, that his presence in my life would root out the hidden hatred, sin, and impurities that can be so nicely masked that I would never notice them without God's light.
Belfast Team 2007 is ready for the next week. We desire so badly to support our host church and pastor Jonny Caldwell. We will be doing al kinds of children's activities and neighborhood outreach to share the love of Christ...for all men.