I have fond memories of a walk through red-light Amsterdam streets with two young boys and their parents. And now I stand next to one of those boys again.
Don't worry, this is not a story of child abuse! Michael's parents were two fantastic Christian missionaries from the church where my wife and I asked Jesus into our lives. We visited them and their family in Amsterdam over three decades ago when they were serving in a place called 'The Ark'.
And now Michael and I are here together again. It's the sound-check for a 'Concert for Ukraine' and he's one of the musicians who will be playing later in the evening.
We start to chat and before long discover our historical links. A chance encounter or a reminder of how God brings paths to cross?
Michael's changed a lot since I lost saw him - bigger and facially hirsute - but some things, like his passion for music, remain the same. I love times like these.
