God is at work.

My first Sunday at home over Christmas, I had the privilege of worshipping at two different Salvation Army Corps. In the morning, I went to Stockton Citadel with my sister, the Corps at which she now soldiers. For the evening service I returned to my home Corps, Eston, which was special for more than one reason. It's a couple of years, now, since I shared in a carol service at Eston, so that was nice, but more than that, it was the first time I stepped into their new building.

About a month ago, I blogged the news from the local newspaper, reporting the move from the Corps previous home to the new one. I was hugely disappointed to miss the closing meeting, particularly as my Grandad, as Number 1 on the Corp membership roll, was asked to lock the hall door for the very last time.

I'd heard lots of reports from my parents about the new building and seen pictures. They are very positive, not only from a practical level, but it seems that the attitude of the people at the Corps has grown more postive alongside.


This weekend, I am travelling home again to share in the official opening of the new hall.
It won't be anything as 'big' as the re-opening of the hall at Romford, that I recently experienced. And almost because of that, it's hard to know what to expect, but it is exciting. It's exciting that the small congregation who have faithfully followed for many, many years and who have prayed for as many years are beginning to see their Corps move forward and grow. It's exciting to see the way that God has and is working amongst the people there. It is exciting to recall the years that the people of Eston Corps discipled me and how it has shaped my life and faith.


More than anything, it's exciting that God is still at work at the Salvation Army in Eston.