One day, I will be organized. I will take my Bible to church, and my notebook, and my notes will be orderly.
At present, since sermons usually provide memorable moments of amusement and inspiration (often both), I scribble them on the back of news-sheets. And am now typing them up, to leave a tidy house for the friend who will be staying.
And here’s an amusing anecdote. Our preacher, Gordon Hickson, was conducting a series of charismatic meetings, which included, as they usually do, deliverance ministry.
The hosting pastor was offended. “There are no demons in Sweden,” he said.
Which strikes me as very funny. The arrogance of the statement, and the fact that, after you laugh, you can see his point.
Swedish demons, like their hosts, are probably far more reserved than those in Haiti, or India or Nigeria.
However, goodness and evil are equal opportunity domains, and the shrieks and cries and shaking apparently surprised the host and the attendees. Even in Sweden.
