Some pictures and thoughts from my time away. (The most recent post appears first--to read chronologically, you'll have to start at the end and work your way back.)
Back at Church Tuesday was my first official day back in the office. On Wednesday morning I had my quiet time at Richmond Hill. There’s a park bench at the end of Grace Street with this view of the city. The breeze was cool, the day was bright, and the Spirit’s voice could not have been clearer: “This is my city. I want to help it’s people, heal their hurts, and draw them close to Me. And I will do these things through you, My church. You—My church—are My hands and feet in this city. You are My eyes and ears. You are My heart of compassion. You are the hope of the world.”

Back at Church

Tuesday was my first official day back in the office. On Wednesday morning I had my quiet time at Richmond Hill. There’s a park bench at the end of Grace Street with this view of the city. The breeze was cool, the day was bright, and the Spirit’s voice could not have been clearer: “This is my city. I want to help it’s people, heal their hurts, and draw them close to Me. And I will do these things through you, My church. You—My church—are My hands and feet in this city. You are My eyes and ears. You are My heart of compassion. You are the hope of the world.”