Fire in our hearts - Jesus Army

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Passing the Torch
1994
We’d just come back from a community tour and Jason was
staring at a picture on the oak-panelled wall of Cornhill Manor
where I now lived. The tapestry showed a golden city out of
whose gates a river flowed down a hill into the chequered
fields below.
Jason looked spaced out. After a while he turned to me.
‘Babylon’s the world, isn’t it?’
‘That’s right.’ I nodded, rather surprised.
‘And that city? It’s Zion isn’t it? The bride.’
I smiled. (This was music to my ears).
‘Yes, Jason.’
‘That’s well sound.’
I agreed.
The house meeting was about to start so we sat down on
the carpet. This was the first time I’d met Jason. I wasn’t sure
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