posted 18th June 2025
After eight years in our rented home, we were given eight weeks' notice to vacate. The landlord was selling the property, and just like that, we had to find somewhere new.
Weeks of praying, searching, and standing in faith followed. Eventually, we found a place. We packed, moved, cleaned, and did everything else that comes with a move, all in just three days. On the very first day, a Saturday, I came down with a cold. I had a low fever, a constant cough, and very little energy. I was fueled by ibuprofen and a few energy gels from the shop’s workout aisle. We worked late into the night and the early hours of Sunday morning.
We were drained. I felt terrible. My wife and I discussed skipping church so we could focus on the move. Monday was the final deadline, and missing one Sunday seemed reasonable. But something in our spirit nudged us. Skipping church didn't feel right, so we decided to go, although we had planned to leave right after the service and skip the fellowship time.
That morning, four first-time visitors came through the doors. One of them was a Muslim man named Imran who had been going through a really difficult time. He came from a wealthy, successful family and, by the age of twenty-six, owned four mobile phone shops. But due to a series of events, he lost everything. His family rejected him and told him not to come home until he was successful again. With nowhere to turn, he ended up homeless, sleeping in the park next to where our church meets.
A stranger pointed him toward the church, and he came looking to be around “religious people.”
One of our welcome team members came to get me and introduced us to each other. We started talking. Imran opened up about his struggles and said he was searching for peace. I knew straight away this was a God appointed moment. I shared the gospel with him, and after a few minutes, I had the privilege of leading him in a prayer to receive Jesus as his Lord and Saviour. We went into the service together, and afterwards, my family took him out for lunch.
During the service, I sat there thinking about everything that had just happened. I felt completely unspiritual. My body ached, my head was foggy, and to be honest, I hadn't even wanted to be at church that morning. And yet, God used me. Not because I was at my best, but because I was willing to try.
In that moment, God reminded me: it is not about how strong or capable we feel. It is not about appearances or how spiritual we think we are. It is about being available. It's about saying yes, even when we're tired, stretched, or broken.
Sometimes, God will give us opportunities when we least expect them. He may ask us to show love when it is inconvenient, or to be present when we would rather not be.
So here is the question we each need to ask: Will we allow our lives to be interrupted? Will we obey, even when we do not feel like it?
If your answer is yes, then you may find, just like I did, that God will use you in ways you never imagined.
(Name Changed for Privacy)