Fire in our hearts - Jesus Army

FIRE IN OUR HEARTS
NEW GENERATION
Jason went back starry-eyed to work things out in Bristol. His
church was shy of charismatic gifts, let alone community. He
enthused, inspired, and even raged about ‘Zion’. They understood.
He was young. But in the end he was unable to cope
with a tamed life. Jason pined away and began to stumble. I
found him in Bristol and brought him back to our Men Alive
For God Day. Jesus Life captured the mood:
Bright banners and swirling patterns; the name of Jesus in colours
spinning on the wall. Smoke, lights and wild dancing. The
strength and sound of 600 men worshipping together, holding
high the torch. Masculinity and friendship. Informal seminars.
Energy, buzz and anointing. Flowing with the river or climbing
the spiritual mountain. Exuberant youth abseiling from the ceiling
and challenging us to be daring. Adoration and rave culminating
in a spine-tingling finale, ‘All hail the power of Jesus
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But it wasn’t the amazing technicolour that touched Jason.
It was the prophetic clarity and the common cause. Jason wept
his heart out. The following morning, as we all worshipped
together, he seemed to see just one man, one body. ‘This is it,’
he said. ‘This is the bride.’ And the tears flowed. We called
him Jason Tenderheart.
A few days later, he said goodbye to his old council estate
in Bristol and moved to Cornhill Manor. Jason was a hungry
disciple who wanted the works and milked me for wisdom.
We would go off adventuring, sometimes following ‘words’
from the Lord. ‘Fox and Hounds’ was one of his. But there
were so many inns with that name in the county that our
would-be evangelism turned into a non-alcoholic pub-crawl!
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