MJ and I took advantage of the low lobster prices on Saturday, went to the local Metro store and treated ourselves to two lobster.
Every time I get to eat a lobster (which is rare), I am reminded of my childhood days in Bathurst New Brunswick (my birthplace). My parents pastored the Pentecostal Church there, and once and a while a local fisherman would bring a washtub full of live lobster into our home. My Mom would cook them, we would hear them squeal in the pot and then the family would sit down to have a feast.
In just a few hours I will board a plane bound for Halifax N.S. and then on to Yarmouth where I have the privilege of preaching at the Maritime District Conference this week. I’m going back to my roots!!!
Who would have ever dreamed that a little, lobster eating boy from Bathurst New Brunswick would grow up to become a pastor/missionary with the Pentecostal Assemblies of Canada. A return to the Maritimes is always a reminder of my godly heritage. Oh yeah, the lobster was great, but the memories of parents and grandparents who loved God and trusted Him for everything is what will last a lifetime.
If you think of me this week, I would appreciate a little prayer. I would be happy if you added a P.S. to your prayer in hopes that I might get a feed of lobster while I am there!!!
Until next Monday…