tears
Not like me to cry much but over the last few days I have been reduced to tears twice, coming and flowing very easily too. Not like me, though I felt comfortable crying them. Maybe I don’t cry enough.
Still at the leadership
One of the sessions was with Richard Curtis, writer, film director of Notting Hill, Vicar of Dibley, Mr Bean, interviewed by Bill Hybels about his heart for the poor and Red Nose Day. He doesn’t have faith figured out yet particularly but one of the things I love about this conference is the exposure to people of little or no faith who are all leaders and who can be learnt from.
In the course of the interview, some film was shown of two little boys, living as orphans in a house in what was little more than a rubbish dump in
The other occasion was the last session of the conference today, which was about the power of inspiration in the life of leaders and followers. It began by telling the story of another remarkable boy, Patrick Hughes, for the
When the film ended, the lights came on to reveal Patrick at the piano and he sang and played for us. Incredible. I cried. From the heart again. And was inspired. And grateful for a remarkable life. And a remarkable dad.
Gordon McDade
