letter from Spain
It started as a normal Friday. We had gathered in the rented church building in Benidorm to remember our Lord’s death with the breaking of the bread - a service which we held every Friday morning. It was just a small gathering but we are always aware that we are honouring Christ and always expectant for lives to be changed.
About 20 were about to start worshipping the Lord when a young lady walked in. She was bilingual with an English mother and Spanish father - one of the thousands of similar individuals along Spain’s famous Costa Blanca.
Louisa's attendance was not that unusual as we often had such unexpected visitors. Many pass by our doors on the way to Benidorm’s famous Levante beach. She was welcomed warmly by the greeters and shown to a seat beside one of the ladies from the church. In tears, she obviously needed some direction, guidance and hope.
