A good friend from near Dublin sent me some reflections on the closing of Dublin’s most famous coffee house, Bewleys. Among the recollections of special times there with his Dad and even with an older brother in Christ who helped disciple him, was this paragraph:
Then there was the unforgettable Wendy, a girl with striking blue eyes, a radiant smile and a face without a hint of makeup that exuded peace and purity. Wendy was the sort of girl whom you would take to Bewleys and no further! Her faith in Jesus was unshakeable. Years later, in the midst of personal turmoil, I was to meet her aboard a plane flying to London. A few nights later she brought me to a prayer meeting where I was introduced to the Holy Spirit. I have much to thank Wendy for. It will have to wait. In the mid-seventies, at a mission station in Zimbabwe, Wendy and five or six other missionary friends were massacred. From Bewleys to martyrdom!
I loved the line “from Bewleys to martyrdom, not for the tragedy it evokes but how the simplest expressions of fellowship can lead us to the greatest depths of his life. Simple fellowship borne of hearts on a common journey can have the most profound impacts on our journey.