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A day in Wimbledon.

Church was at Emmanuel church in Wimbledon.It was wonderful meeting up with Dr Raju and Katherine and all their wonderful friends.The preaching was from the book of Job centering around the 28th chapter.In between gazing at the stained glass windows and the art work of the anglican church ,it was a powerful sermon preached by Robin Weekes who apparently has pastored the Delhi bible fellowship for several years.
It was about searching for wisdom which is relational and can only come from God and is vertical .The horizontal aspect of it is that it keeps us away from evil.The book of Job talks about the fear of the Lord which is wisdom and because of the fear of the Lord we turn away from evil which is understanding.
He went on to talk about suffering.
When we can enjoy the blessings of the Lord why do we question Him when we suffer.
If our suffering glorifies the Lord ,then who are we to question Him,if our suffering teaches a fellow brethren to endure then who are we to question Him,if in our suffering the power of God is manifest then who are we to question Him.
When we get wisdom from the Lord it will not change the suffering but it will change the way we suffer.
Lunch was with the Weekes and their lovely family,and Robin and Shoko Thompson.
It was interesting listening to Ursula Weekes talking about the work and the research she had done in Mughal arts and bible imprints,work with the King's college London on biblical paintings and writings on it.
I also picked up some tools for fine woodwork in an art and craft shop on the way to the station.
It was a day well spent.

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