Word Alive 2019

 
Well I’ve finally broken the habit of a lifetime by attending a residential Bible week. Unlike other, comparable events, Word Alive tolerates no moronic speakers and sets biblical teaching in high regard. Having arrived this afternoon, I’ve been treated to an excellent exposition of Psalm 1. I spoke on it myself two weeks ago, but Adrian Reynolds did a far better job. Hearing thousands of people thunder out And Can it Be and Before the Father’s Throne was stirring indeed. 
 
I don’t imagine many people attend a Pontins establishment in North Wales and think they have had a foretaste of New Jerusalem. It isn’t because of the views of the wind farms in the sea, nor the shiver-inducing temperatures. Indeed, there are several strong reasons why my stay is likely to be spoiled. The prepaid, eat-all-you-want buffets are certain to give me regrets for months to come. The extensive 10 of Those bookshop is offering free Creme Eggs when one spends over £35, compounding both the previous problem and causing me to buy yet more tomes to add to the ever rising pile of the Unread. So why is this odd little corner of Prestatyn a glimpse of glory? Well, I’m currently with thousands of other redeemed people, whose pressing business is the worship of Almighty God and the feasting on His word. On the table next to me are folk who originate in the Far East; there are young and old, well-spoken southerners and plain northern folk. Yet our hearts are bound by the ties of love for Christ and His gospel. 
 
God Bless Word Alive.