I first came across STUART WINDSOR three years ago, when I heard him preach at a friend’s church in Kingston. He’s tall, with blindingly white hair and clear, direct eyes that well up with tears as he tells his stories, a man full of passion and conviction. I was captivated, and rushed to the front at the end of the service to tell him how moved I was by what he’d said. I bought his book, God’s Adventurer, and read it compulsively, staying up well past my bedtime to finish it. How he’s still in one piece is a mystery to me, but he is, and it was my privilege to invite him over for coffee and a conversation about preaching, the persecuted church and listening to the Holy Spirit in daily life.
S tuart’s book is aptly titled. His life has been full of adventure and challenge from his earliest days, culminating in his ongoing fight to speak for persecuted people around the world with the charity Christian Solidarity Worldwide. Stuart’s mother ran away with the rag-and-bone man when he was ten. He told me how he’d returned from school one day to find his sister trying to cook dinner and that she’d explained their mother had left them. The shock and pain caused by her abandonment was life-altering. Stuart writes in God’s Adventurer, ‘I can testify to the trauma of having your mother ripped from your life at the age of ten. Nothing is ever the same again. Y
