Fire in our hearts - Jesus Army

FIRE IN OUR HEARTS
AWAKE O ZION!
Soon he was sitting in chapel, pony tail, earring, large ginger
beard, and all. After creating a disturbance in the meeting,
the likeable roughneck was prayed for, delivered from a
demonic power, and settled in at the Hall to join Dave, Steve,
and Malcolm’s physics teacher. A few days later Mark walked
across the back lawn and his eyes nearly popped out. There
was the veranda!
Rodger, Pete and I came from the flat to join the pioneers
at the Hall and were closely followed by John Cornish and
Ian, a law graduate from my old college. Our numbers quickly
increased. Mark went into town and accosted a drunken vicepresident
of the Hell’s Angels, who looked twice as fierce as
Mark. Mark spoke to him about Jesus and stuffed an invitation
card into his jacket. The ‘Angel’ soon turned up and moved
in.
We were an odd bunch: ex-bikers, hippies and graduates,
plus an ex-lay-preacher and her daughter, a pair of village
newlyweds, and a Christian family who’d exchanged their
council house for a ‘mansion’! Life at the Hall was fun, chaotic
and rough. We didn’t care. If there was any time to lose
our comforts, it was now. What we lacked in competence we
made up for in enthusiasm. God was real and we were discovering
brotherhood and sisterhood.
The house had wet rot, dry rot and woodworm. One bedroom
was called the green room from the colour of the fungus
where the rain trickled down the wallpaper! At weekends
the place was packed out with people on the floors and
there was a queue to move into community. If only they knew
what it meant!
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