Fire in our hearts - Jesus Army

FIRE IN OUR HEARTS
CITY ON A HILL
If you could hear what they’re saying in
Christendom,
It would bring tears to your eyes;
Tears to your eyes and a weeping to your heart.
For many, community was the answer to a real longing. Graham
was one student who joined Harvest House. He first visited
us in 1977 as a frustrated Christian, and was bowled
over by the brotherhood at the farm. He helped on the strawcarting
and joined in the gooseberry pick. He wasn’t used to
openness, but, to his surprise, it came easily. He enjoyed the
strength of fellowship and began to seek God.
Graham was mad on flying (his grandfather had been a
fighter ace), but when someone in chapel gave a word of
knowledge about aircraft, he saw that for him flying was an
idol. At that moment he let it go and was filled with the Spirit.
He went home, turned down an RAF scholarship and at eighteen
joined the farm family.
In chapel one evening, after a Family Day on the Hall lawn,
he shared some wisdom. A grassy hill towered over the valleys.
This was Zion. A noon sun blazed down, the atmosphere
was peaceful and upon the hill were hundreds of sheep, quietly
munching in twos and threes.
‘Brethren,’ said Graham, ‘when I consider these pastures,
my heart is filled with gratitude. I was a lost sheep. I loved
God but other things obscured my vision. Now I’ve come home.
He’s making me feed on the richness of his kingdom and I’m
finding myself as never before. I believe there are many Christians
who long for holy brotherhood. They’re tired of strad-
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