On Easter Day 207, I was in Barcelona, and I googled-searched for an English church, and found one in the suburbs - it was a bit of trek from the nearest metro station, but I got there about 15 minutes into the service.
The church - St George’s Anglican Church in the Diocese of Gibralter - was packed with lots of extra chairs at the back and people from all nations, and I sat down next to a lady from Melbourne who said she recognised I was an Aussie from my singing voice and gave me her phone number in case I got into any trouble in Spain.
Barcelona is a wonderful city, and i heartily recommend the Anglican Church in Barcelona - it considers itself as a community church for all English speakers, and the people there really seemed to love the Lord and His gospel. it’s often hard to get to church when you are on holiday, but I felt so much part of God’s family that day.
The week before, I went to church on Palm Sunday evening in the Presbyterian Church of St. George-Tron on Buchanan Street Glasgow; and heard an excellent message (and what message isn’t excellent when said in a Scottish accent?), sang great hymns, and was immediately invited by someone to stay for coffee and bikkies - brought out on trolleys into the church. Great place. My first ever time in a presbyterian church. Won’t be my last.
I often feel lonely when I’m on holiday, but when I am welcomed into a church I feel right at home. Even when nobody has approached or said a word of welcome, I have been uplifed by just being there and taking part in their worship.
In my charge in Kalgoorlie WA, we get a lot of visitors from particularly Anglican churches around Australia on their grey nomad “victory lap” of the country; many of them wear their badges from the church where they come from - It immediately says “we’re visitors” and advertises that they have a special denominational link to us. There is always plenty to talk about in the morning tea afterwards.