By Nicky Hallberg
When Hilary first asked me to share my testimony I had a bit of a “Moses moment” thinking “Me? Speak, Really? What have I got to share that anybody would want to hear? After all I’ve been out of fellowship for years and only recently come back to church”. Then I thought “Actually, you know what, the fact that I AM here…back where I belong…IS something to share and give God glory for, because He’s done it! So I checked my diary and realised that it’s actually not so recent; I’ve actually been back in fellowship just about a year. I wrote in my diary on that day “….Went to church, first time in so long. Don’t know where to go from here”. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m taking you back to wartime Liverpool at the height of the Blitz, where street communities were close and everybody knew each other.
On one particular morning, a small dark complexioned stranger, never seen before, knocked on every door on the street warning the residents not to spend the coming evening and night at home. He was taken at his word by the whole street.
The next morning the residents returned to discover that the street had suffered a direct hit in the previous nights bombing raid. However, the stranger who had given the warning was never seen again. Was he an angel? My family believes he was – they lived on that street.