I can’t put into words what’s going on in there. It’s incredible. It’s not loud or brash, but quite subtle and gentle. God is there. Speaking in the quiet, moving hearts and minds. I’ve got a lot to think about, to do, to plan for but it just dissapears – the sense of peace is overwhelming. In that room all sense of time dissapears too – I can’t believe it’s been fourteen hours!
There have been a lot of people in: those I expected and those I didn’t, those who appreciate all the creative stuff and those who are happier just sitting at the side, but they’ve all come and I’m sure would all say they’ve met with God.
Six of us are sleeping over tonight to cover the full twenty four hours. If you could pray for us as we do so, that we’d have the energy required and that God would speak to us in the still small hours. I’m really looking forward to my slot.
“my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great ‘Amen!’ from countless angels, from hero’s of the faith, from Christ himself. And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.” (Pete Greig, The Vision)
(And, by the way, I’m more than a wee bit hungry!)