I guess not many of you have been refugees. My dad was. Taken as forced labour to work in Germany during the war, and then fearful of returning after the war, became a stateless person in England, which willingly offered refuge, work, security and dignity.
It is still a reality of life for many, and looks like it will continue to be so. People forced to find new life elsewhere.
Setting off and living in a tent or caravan is about the nearest we come to that in the UK, leaving our homes behind. It is not the same as being homeless, but it is a start.
Jim Trood, curate here at one time, and still fondly remembered, is leader of St George’s. He is bringing them to the Fylde this weekend. Partly as refugees. To live in the same place for a number of days, share meals, and fellowship. George Fisher is the spiritual chef for the weekend. All Saints are providing the worship in song, technical assistance, and running the children’s activities, thereby providing some comforts of home for the pilgrims.
They shan’t be that badly off – it looks like a nice hotel in St Anne’s.
But, never underestimate what God can teach when you leave the walls behind, are prepared to forego the comforts and familiarity of home, and journey away together.
It’s probably time we did the same.
And some have just come back from Spring Harvest. And some may go to Soul Survivor or New Wine or Keswick.
I encourage you to join the Some. And please pray for the Some in St Anne’s this weekend.