Fire in our hearts - Jesus Army

FIRE IN OUR HEARTS
ON THE MARCH
‘“Listen,” he said. She heard the piercing cries of an imprisoned
multitude and began to weep.
‘“It is good to weep, but not enough.”
‘“But, Lord!” she cried. “I am weary and the task is great.”
‘“It is I who call you and I shall strengthen you.”
‘They went down the mountain and he led her to a solitary
place, where they were alone, Zion and her Lord.
‘“My daughter,” he said tenderly, “I need to gain the fulness
of your heart. Love for yourself has crept in. I called you as
light to this land, but how dimly you shine. Remember when
you loved me more — when the cross filled you with sweetness?”
‘She slipped to her knees. He was right. The darkness had
rubbed off on her and she was grieved.
‘“Remember when I first called you Zion. The thrill of it
filled your heart and your delight was to be mine.”
‘She remembered and was ashamed. Then the Lord
stretched forth his hands. In one was a sword, in the other —
a tiny golden cross.’
The wisdom was prophetic. It was now December 1986 and
campaigning was over. We had broken through to the ‘forgotten
people’: street kids, addicts, the poor, the homeless. We
were learning to be patient with our new friends and ‘lay
down our lives’ for them. Over a thousand had passed through
the Marquee. Conversions and healings abounded and demons
were removed.
Operation Mark had targeted for seventy young men and
sixty-four were baptised in 1986. Although the majority of
them were still around at the end of the year almost a quar-
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