Fire in our hearts - Jesus Army

FIRE IN OUR HEARTS
CITY ON A HILL
One night they met a young man who’d become a Christian
in his early teens. He’d been baptised in the Spirit, but his
church rejected charismatic gifts and he was put off. His family
were into the occult and it wasn’t long before he fell away
and became a heavy drinker. When he met us, he’d been in a
car accident, and though his leg had been healed by spiritualists
his vision and hearing were still impaired.
Frustrated and aggressive, he had come for an argument,
but he soon calmed down and they invited him back for supper.
Simply talking to them made him feel different. That week
he stopped drinking and the next Friday went back to the
Farm for the weekend.
As he sat on the wall, looking over the valley, memories of a
holiday with Christian friends returned. ‘If only we could live
together like this,’ he had thought. He felt the presence of
God again, and his leg shot with pain as the spiritualist healing
vanished away. The brothers prayed for him, broke the
occult power, and he was healed in the name of Jesus. Back in
Leicester, he woke up on Monday morning to find his hearing
had improved. Within weeks he’d moved in to the Farm.
Pete ‘Valiant’, our Dutch medic, joined the team at the ‘Uni’
disco. He flopped on the seat, wincing as the heavy metal
blasted his eardrums. The rest of the team were lost in a
haze of smoke and coloured strobes, and a heavy smell of
cigarettes, dope and patchouli oil filled the basement. It was
hard going. Pete couldn’t wait to get back to our Leicester
house.
‘Lord,’ he prayed, ‘you’ll have to bring them to me.’
Pete was a straight, and most took him for the drug squad
and avoided him. When they found he was a Jesus Freak they
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