Hello, My name is Jerry Dayton and I am new to this blog because I just arrived in King’s Lynn last Thursday.

Coffee Outreach
The outreach on Saturday went very well. We served tea, coffee, doughnuts, and these sausage rolls that were served cold and I wasn’t brave enough to try. Mac and I also played/practiced worship for about four hours, while the rest of the team shared and ministered to the guests from the community. A couple of our first visitors were a pair of Bobbies, with whom God gave us great favor. They were not just impressed with what we were doing, but they informed us of a website we could visit to announce our activities as a church to the community. Then after enjoying their refreshments, they returned to their work of patrolling the town center, all the while telling people about the outreach. They said they plan to attend the opening service tomorrow. Overall I believe we had more than thirty people wander in for a dry space, hot drinks, a bit of food and warm conversation. That is not including our team of about nine. Unlike last time when Mac said people quickly ate their food and left, people milled about for quite a while, some for even a couple of hours. It was a blessed time of actually engaging with the community and many said they planned to return in the future. I thank you for your prayers and ask that you continue diligently because people are pretty skeptical. The comment was made today that if we are giving away free food, there must be something wrong with it. (Like it’s poisoned) I kid you not. And one couple said that if we have so much money that we can give away free food we could give them the money instead. While this sounds strange and even a bit amusing, so many here are hurting and desperate for connection.

Our First Service in the Church Building
I cannot even pretend to relate to the struggle and sacrifice those who have arrived before me have endured and overcome. The Proffits have worked extremely hard to carve out a place of ministry here in the hard soil of King’s Lynn and I was amazed to see it in action. I am not sure if my goose bumps Sunday morning were from the cold or the incredible sound of voices echoing off the old brick walls of the warehouse turned church as Mac lead worship. Vince continued in the book of Acts and as the trek took us to the end of chapter fourteen it fit our situation perfectly. After all the prayer and waiting on my visa it was a blessing to sit with my pastor at the feet of Christ, bathed in His Word. Having been given the honor of passing out communion, the sweetest moment of the service for me came when I offered the juice to a new fellow in the church. The joy on his face over partaking of the Lords sacrifice was overwhelming because many churches here will only permit you to join in communion if you have been baptized into that specific church. Oh how we take for granted our freedom of worship in the states. After service we fellowshipped, ate pastries and drank tea. There is always tea. Then after more than an hour of enjoying each other’s company church still was not over because most of those in attendance migrated back to the Proffit’s home for a late lunch. Marie prepared fabulous traditional English soup, perfect for warming the soul from the inside out on such a cold and rainy day. The Proffit family were joined by Tony, Sherry and myself from the states, Alex who came down from the bible college in York, and a handful of members of the church in King’s Lynn. We talked, Laughed and played games well into the night. The sense of community as the body of Christ, and the feeling of family are indescribable. God’s hand is clearly at work, but there are still so many unreached hearts in this place. Please go to war on your knees for the people of King’s Lynn