I love my church. The people are warm and friendly, and are really interested in my work at Vive Kids.

It is one of the oldest Protestant churches in Colombiaand is smack in the centre of town, reflecting an early mission strategy. The neighborhood has sunk from its former glory, and is now the red light district. I like the idea that there is a church there, a light in the darkness, which is what I tell the sceptical taxi drivers who take me there every Sunday.

It’s the only church I ever attended where the scent of marihuana wafts through the windows.