Prestatyn revisited.

I was Minister of Calvary Church from the age of 28 to 38. Ten good years. This is where our two great kids arrived in our lives and took over completely! This is where Barbs taught the Welsh English! We loved the place and the people.



When I arrived here the church was a basic brick box. We built this church using one master builder whilst all labour was supplied voluntarily by the men of the church. I'll never forget the night we manhandled the first 7 hundred weight girder into place using a primitive block and tackle under hastily erected search lights. The rain was lashing and the wind was howling as we perched precariously high up on scaffolding. Phil Hodgson, who knew a thing or two, announced, "You are all going to kill yourselves," and promptly went home!



The worked progressed as the money came in, mostly through sacrificial giving. Progress was slow at times. I remember, one day standing in the middle of the building site when work had ground to a halt. My three year old son, Paul was with me and he looked up and said, "Our church isn't finished yet is it Daddy?" When I gravely answered, "No son it isn't finished yet," he looked at me with a sudden rush of childish enthusiasm and said, "Shall we finished it this afternoon Daddy, you and me?" Long before Obama said it my little boy was affected by the "Yes we can" philosophy. He lifted my pessimistic mood and inspired me that day as he has often done since.



It was good to be back and meet with old friends and to see the many good things that are happening there. I never left anywhere with more pain. I never return without pleasure.