OK, well first some links to the offical church web site.
Main Site: Lots to see here, and do also have a look here, and sign up for the e-streetpaper.
Can I also point you to the Forum on the site, (link at the top of the page) and also the chat room. Not many people use this room, Facebook has all but killed these kinds of places.. but I do try and hang out there as much as I can.
You can of course follow MJS news on Twitter, not something I have ever tried myself up to this week, but anything to keep in touch right now, so why not...
My testimony tells you all about how I found Jesus, it talks a little about the years that followed, but not much.
I don't want this to sound as if in any way I think the church I attended when I found the Lord was not doing what Jesus wanted them to be doing. They were a great bunch of people doing God's work and I loved them all very much.
However.. within a rather short period of time I started to struggle only being able to do things on a Wednesday night and Sunday, there simply was nothing else at the time.
That's when I met George out side my flat on Raikes Parade, he was visiting a couple who he hoped would be interested in the church. We started talking and then he started to rummage through the dozens and dozens of cassettes he had in the passenger side of his car.. then he handed me one.
"This is our celebration time at one of our bank holiday weekends, why don't you take it home and have a listen".
When I got back to my flat I couldn't wait to listen to this worship that George had raved on about.
I pressed play and within a few seconds this man's voice appeared.. "Bless you brethren... " the rest I can't remember, but it wasn't what he was saying as much as how he was saying it.
What I had been given was not a worship time of the whole church, but Noel Stanton teaching and chastising the MJA leaders at Cornhill Manor.
Within two years I would be part of these meeting so I can tell you that Noel was always fair, always godly, but man alive could he let rip!
As I listened to him doing just that on these men of God I just thought he was mad. I mean preachers don't talk to other Christians like that... do they??
I gave back that cassette with words to the effect of... "The guy on here is lunie.. no way am I coming around this church."
Within six months I was calling George and begging him to show me what the fellowship was really all about, that's when he sent me to Plough. You can read all about that on Steve 'Surefoot's page.
I made covenant with God and the Church on March 4th 1995, it was and is a day that changed my life.
I'm not going to begin to explain what 'Covenant is all about here, I'm not actually sure that under copyright laws I would be allowed. What I can tell you is that I believe all Christians should be living under this kind of promise before God.
I have not been true to my covenant over the years, I have failed to hold fast and be led away from my calling in Christ for quite some years.
The men and women who made covenant with me that day on March 4th 1995, many of whom have stayed the course have welcomed me back with much love and grace.
I had hoped to retake my covenant vow, 'before God I do so make covenant, in Jesus Name' in front of the whole church some time during 2010. It now looks as if that is not going to happen. God seems to be opening doors for us here in Blackpool with The Well church, and unless something supernatural and miraculous happens very soon we will just remain very good friends with all these great saints.
Below is a video I made using photo's we have taken over the years. The song is called 'Beautiful' sung and written by the Jesus Fellowship.
This is my web site, and although I will always try to do what God would want me to, and never deliberately upset anyone, I feel as if I want to tell everyone about one of two people in addition to the five mentioned on the 'About Us' page. They are not in any particular order, just how they come to mind as I write this.
Tommy was a member of the Preston household when I first joined. Tommy is a bit like my older brother, some one who should know better than me, but who, with grace, quite often cocks things up as badly as I do.
Some folks struggle with Tom because of this, I don't.
I know that God has placed between Tommy and I a bond that will last for ever. It doesn't matter which household we are part of, he is now with Liverpool, me with Sheffield. It doesn't even matter how much we talk week by week, that man knows that I am here for him when ever he needs me.
At every meeting since I have come back I have sought Tommy out when we come to share bread and wine. I have yet to figure out just what this means, and why it is so insanely important to me to do so, but as I said to him at Men's day, 'when God tell's me to stop doing this, I will, but until then, COVENANT'.
Bless ya dear brother, much love in Christ.
You can see John's photo a number of times on the photo pages, and also on the main banner.
John 'Faithful Aston went as we say, 'Style 7' some years ago now, I'm sad to say I don't actually know what date.
When my wife and I decided to get married after knowing each other for seven weeks everything had to be simple.
Reg office wedding, to which we would BOTH walk to... no wedding dress because we couldn't afford one, and reception at our house.
The latter actually happened as planned and we are both glad that it did.
However, when John heard I was going to be having my bride WALK to the reg off, (it was only a few hundred yards), he flipped..
"Ya can't have the poor girl walk man.!!!"
That's when he offered to come and pick up Odette in his very large WHITE car. On the day he added ribbons to the bonnett, and had he best suit on as he helped her and Wendy into the car. I remember my wife getting out of that car and it was magical. It may not seem like that big a deal, but to us, it was something we will never, ever forget.
When John lost his long, long fight with cancer I was not really around that much. I did get to say goodbye, but only the once. To be honest I couldn't cope with seeing him so ill, I bottled it.
He was one of the bravest, humblest men I have had the honour of meeting and our town, our church is much the worse for not having him around.