Fire in our hearts - Jesus Army

FIRE IN OUR HEARTS THE LORD TOOK HOLD OF BUGBROOKE
rented an empty house. He felt the responsibility of the baby.
He worked a long hard day for an Irish ganger and broke
with dope. After a police raid, friends in London had gone
down for two years on drug charges, and Rufus felt he’d had
a narrow escape.
Purity was his goal now. He shaved his hair, leaving a pony
tail — which Jess cut off! She detested the Hare Krishna scene
that seemed to dehumanise her friends. There were blowups
between them and Rufus would sometimes lash out and
hit her. Dope no longer soothed his conscience and guilts came
crashing in. He meditated three hours a day and fasted, but
out on the building site he wept with cold and exhaustion.
Enlightenment seemed a million miles away.
In desperation, he read the New Testament and saw the
idolatry in Krishna. The Gurus were also turning him off and
stories of their affluence disgusted him. He plunged into
macrobiotics and spent his money on special foods. Even the
dogs were vegetarian! He dreamed of a houseboat on the
river, and laid out £500, but the boat turned out to be rotten.
It felt kind of symbolic.
Then in the new year he met John Cornish. John seemed
everything that Rufus wasn’t — contented, relaxed, a picture
of sanity.
‘Wow! You’re looking great!’ said Rufus. ‘What’s that under
your arm?’
John flushed and unwrapped a Bible.
‘Man, you’re really into it!’
Rufus longed for what John had. A friend gave him a tract
about a cartoon hippy who gets ripped off, burned out, and
ends up in a mess. Then the guy meets some Jesus People,
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