Fire in our hearts - Jesus Army

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Jesus 84
1984
‘Hey! You guys some bunch of dudes, or sommat?’
We carried on singing, and watched the trouble brewing. A black
lad was being hassled, so we walked over and surrounded them.
Did we start fighting? No! Singing! Singing about Jesus.
‘Hey! C’mon, leave off, man! This nice guy owes me some notes,
yeah, and he’s gonna be all right see! He’s just gonna hand me
the notes.’ The guy was skint.
We talked to them about Jesus. They weren’t interested. Christianity
was ‘no go.’ It didn’t work. They were black in a white
world. They were resentful and frustrated. Ten thousand words
about Jesus wouldn’t have made a scrap of difference. They
were £15 short. Nothing had been given them but hurts. There
was no way they’d forgive this man his debt.
‘We’ll pay it for him!’ We offered them the money.
‘Hey, you guys really are a bunch of nutcases. Look, this guy
owes and this guy is gonna pay, right!’
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