Picture this: Sunday night, sitting in a warm church building one cold winter’s evening.

All of a sudden gunmen burst into the building and fire into the congregation. Hand grenades whistle through the air.

My grandpa pushes me under the pew to avoid bullets and shrapnel. I was 15yrs old when this happened.

This week marks 20yrs since the attack on St James’ church. I could’ve died that day, but I didn’t.

Among other things, that night showed me that I am NOT a mistake. You are no different: alive to love and be loved by God and express love to his hurting world.

We’re here on purpose – God’s purpose. http://bit.ly/1aMOXyA #wendyb