On being a mid-wife.

On Sunday I was invited to speak at a great church in Southampton. They meet in a cinema by the harbour. A lovely setting. The church is predominantly students and recent graduates. I felt a bit old! At the end of the meeting I invited anyone who wanted to decide to follow Christ for the first time to indicate. I was humbled when a young, emotional blind woman came forward lead by her black Labrador, Gus. She said she had not been to church before but that something "deep and profound" had happened to her that morning and that "it must be the Man upstairs". We prayed together. I felt a bit like a mid-wife - watching the wonder and fragility and miracle of a New Birth.