Padded Cel

Since returning to New Zealand, I’ve come through Auckland Airport, slept in my old bed, resumed working-out on flatmate David’s running machine, eaten Korean food at the Salvation Army, collected my post from the youth hostel, attended my church, worked at CBA, dropped into Rhema, listened to Life FM, caught-up with Lionel, presented my show on Hope City Radio, travelled through Waikato and spent another weekend away with Jamie, but none of those things had given me the same sense that sitting inside Neville’s living-room at church cel-group tonight did.

Now I knew that I really was back.