I sailed the high seas with men of faith, working and praising to the same rhythm.
I heard John speak of the Jesus he loved and knew, beyond knowing, yet so so familiar.
I saw people queue to sit at the chair upon which they were showered in response to a gathered praying.
We discovered again the truths enfolded in the music that carried our worship. It was soaring music.
We stayed, because we were held, as the light continued to break the darkness.
It all started at 6.30 this evening. All Saints Church.
And it’s a-hard, please God a-hard, rain that’s gonna fall. And bless the land.