Amazingly others came to our house for church. We only ended up meeting at our home for Sunday service for three weeks. Our home however would be used for ministry almost every other day. Worship practice, women’s events and even Zumba classes. Funnily enough, a family that had sworn they would not join a new church plant, could not resist God’s prompting and came to our house for church. They then miraculously offered a venue, in a basement at the bottom of some holiday apartments, that not even google maps could find. That didn’t worry us, as it could fit more than our home and better yet, it was FREE!
It wasn’t convenient, it had a large pylon smack bang in middle of the venue, but it could fit thirty people and to our amazement people somehow found the venue and called our church home.
Moving from our home meant more work, but this is what we signed up for. Sunday morning looked like driving across Darwin with our gear, unloading, setting up, driving back across town to pick up university students, having service and then doing the above in reverse order again.