So, one weekend, I 'come out' at Linden and say I'm committing myself to Zac's and the next weekend sees tragedy hit Zac's. And a little voice says, 'Are you sure this is the church you want to commit to?'
Absolutely. There's no other place I'd rather be. I'm helpless and hopeless and I'm not good at talking to people but I make a tidy cake.
When I was being prayed for I was given two words in particular: redeemed and mother. So if nothing else I hope to see the mother, the Welsh mam, in me coming out. Mam's answer to everything: 'Sit down, have a nice cup of tea and a piece of cake.'