22 Jun 2016

RP Mission Team – Week Three

This week we worked with the Glasgow Reformed Presbyterian Church congregation.  On Wednesday and Thursday we were able to distribute about 5000 leaflets to the flats near the church in the Partick neighborhood of Glasgow.  This literature advertised for the Friday night service at the church where people could come and hear an introduction to Christianity by Pastor Stewart followed by an open question and answer.  This was a very good time for the members of the church to bring in people that may not know Christ and have it explained to them clearly and plainly.  Prayers would be appreciated for the people who were reached by the flyers and that God would draw them out to the church despite the event already haven taken place.  A special shout out to Ian Gillies for being our guide in Glasgow this week and working so hard on mapping out the distribution.

One thing that I loved about going to Glasgow this week is actually the physical act of getting there.  We took the train a lot this week to get to Glasgow, and this became a great time to rest.  A time to physically rest but also rest in the Lord and meditate on how he’s working in our lives and the lives of the people we reach in Scotland.  Train travel is one of many things I am going to miss dearly about Scotland.

Though, the main thing I am going to miss is the community here.  It’s one of the most loving and caring communities I have ever been blessed to be a part of.  I’ve only been able to get a glimpse of the fellowship that happens among the churches in Scotland, and I know that God is truly residing among his people here.  Every church we go into is so welcoming and hospitable and so quick to make us dinner or welcome us into their home.  Also, each congregation is so connected to one another making them a picture of how Christ would have the physical church look.  I don’t know if it’s something in the tea here, but God is really blessing Scotland in so many ways and I’m very lucky to be even a small part of it.

– Macy Shackleford