Wonderful, Wonderful Copenhagen

Wow, what an amazing weekend.
I got to catch up with my friend Signe Randrup and spend some quality time with the lovely Sharon Correr.

We went on a boat tour of the sights, Nyhavn, the Queen's houses, the little Mermaid and the Opera house.

We took a couple of bike taxis including to Christiania, a hippy commune that the Danish government allows to be self governing, where soft drugs are openly sold and quality live music was playing (a brilliant band called the Boho Dancers).


On the Sunday morning we went to a church where a friend of mine is the pastor, he asked me to say a little something, so i talked about some of the healings we have been seeing and got to pray for a few people at the end.

One lady, before we asked Jesus to heal her, described her pain level as 7/10.
On Monday afternoon we got this text.

"Thankyou so much for taking the initiative to pray for my knees. Since December I have had major pains in my knees and my right one is making crunching noises when I walk down stairs. The last two or three weeks I have had hellish pain, especially with the right one, but the left has also been irritating. But yesterday the pains disappeared and today I have had none either. I thankyou but my thanks are especially towards Jesus. It's amazing to be able to leave home without supports on my knees."

Wow and Brilliant!
After this we shared our packed lunch with some homeless guys by the river.

I have decided I love Denmark.
I love the laid back quietness, I love the feeling of space - even in a busy city, I love the love of design in buildings and display of art everywhere, I love that they eat raw bacon and love fish, sausages and icecream.
I love the hunger for something real and I love that Jesus loves Denmark.

What if...

I have spent that past 2 days reading a book an old pastor friend of mine wrote about his journey from being a successful church leader to loosing that through a moral slip up and back again.

I started reading this book cos i was curious, curious to what really happened and curious to how he was doing now.

What I wasnt expecting was how much I would see myself in these pages and how challenging that would be.

My friend talks a lot about being a son, what this means, what it means to have God as your Father, like not just as a nice concept but knowing it and living like that. 

• Living like a child who says "Dad can we have fun today" and having fun all day long with him.
• Living as if "My" bank account was actually Gods and believing he has enough cash when my pocket money isnt enough or runs out.
• Living a life asking "Break my heart with what breaks yours" and loving others from that place.
• Not just doing the right thing or what is expected of me, but knowing God well enough to see and do what God is doing

I mean, knowing God like that
Knowing Him

And as I look at Him today, He is smiling and saying, "Im right here".

With fear and excitement all rolled into one,
I feel this may be an interesting summer!