one year ago...

On Sunday Ange and I celebrated a year of marriage. A good year. A couple of our friends had us over for lunch and we ate too much and had some craic. It was fun. After that we went to a prayer meeting at the Christian Renewal Centre, which was very powerful. It was a little different than most of our experience, but it has stuck with me over the past few days. I have seen a grown man kneeling on the floor and genuinely weeping over his country, asking God to change it. Lord, I pray that I could care about anywhere that much--this country or my own. Or how about my own neighbors as a start?

Anyway, we also had some beautiful time together to celebrate. Yesterday we put on some Sufjan Stevens and just started driving, ending up at a great little beach right by a prime example of today's "Northern Irish word of the day." We had a little picnic and walked on the beach. It's funny because we talked about going to Ireland for our honeymoon, but decided to do something simpler. At the time we said, "maybe we'll go for our anniversary..." Little did we know. Little did we know.

So in a few minutes we're off to have lunch with an accountant friend. We're hoping to bounce some of our ideas and the church's ideas off him and see what the practicalities might look like. Probably if he says "agh, you're mad!" then we'll know they're God's ideas. :) After that we're going to visit Mike Mullins who is working with Operation Mobilization and doing some cool stuff. Should be a good time.

We love you all and we'll see some of you in a week and a half. God bless.

Mark

N.Irish word of the day: caravan park = luxury trailer park. This is the funniest thing to me. Many people hear own trailers in these caravan parks, usually located close to the beach. In the summer, they may come down for weeks or months and live in the trailer. Actually, it doesn't sound like too bad of an idea. It's like a cheaper version of a summer home.