Diary of a Broken Vessel

This past Sunday I had duty, and normally that would mean I would be stuck on the ship for 24-hours. However, since arriving in Australia I really wanted to go to a local church since the opportunity was available. Nathan over at Cal.vini.st -with his mad church finding skills- helped me find a few local churches in Cairns, and one in particular was not too far off at all. So last week I wrote the best Special Request Chit of my career, and I was approved to attend the 0900 Sunday services at Cairns Presbyterian Church.

My liberty buddy and I were welcomed warmly, and I found myself amidst God’s people. Without hesitation, and without question, we were treated as one of their own; united in Christ. The music, encouraging hymns of old, brought our minds to focus upon the Lord Whom we had come to worship. The sermon pointed our eyes to Christ, and called us to ever live our lives not only as unto to Him, but as a reflection of Him.

I could not have been more blessed by these wonderful people. They shared with us coffee, tea, cakes, and such wonderful stories of their histories and journies in the Lord. They wished us well on our voyage back out into the middle of the ocean, and welcomed us to come back anytime we found ourselves in Cairns.

Truly they had been with Jesus.

Side Note:
With yet another example of the Love of Christ, I am so dumbfounded as to why I was taught to scoff those who found their home in traditional denominations. It is so strange how we uttered “division” as the “D-word,” and yet I think it was we as a whole who were truly divisive.

Forgive me Lord.
Thank You Lord.