Fire in our hearts - Jesus Army

FIRE IN OUR HEARTS
AWAKE O ZION!
grab a container and scatter. When the building team left a
hole in the roof, we rigged up a contraption with a polythene
sheet and drainpipes to direct the water through a bath and
out of the back door. It all took the intensity out of life.
As the months rolled by, we formed friendships and often
stayed up late talking. Sunday morning was a large breakfast
time when John and I served as house deacons and prepared
the scrambled eggs and porridge. Washing up was memorable.
The cold tap gave a mild electric shock, sprang out from
the wall, and showered us with water. If you stepped back
you got stuck in the floorboards!
And then there were people. Everywhere. People milling
around like sheep. Some you knew very well. Some you didn’t
get on with. Some you’d never seen before. And there were
some who frightened you to death! I’d often go out for hours
meditating in the fields, just to get away. Then there were
Family Days when the whole church gathered on the Hall
lawn. Some thought it was idyllic. Others disappeared up to
the café for a long lunch.
That summer, I formed an unlikely friendship with Mark
and often we would go for a walk and share our hearts. This
was brotherhood, and it enriched us beyond measure. Kelly
led the shepherding group at the Hall and one evening he
shared this wisdom with us: on a large metal tray, there were
some candles of different shapes and colours. A flame appeared
underneath and melted them into one pool. That was
a picture of unity. But the wisdom showed something more
profound. The pool of wax reformed into many multicoloured
candles. Each individual was enhanced by his brethren.
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