I was reminded on Saturday of the importance of not listening to that voice that seems to speak every 4 weeks or so, and usually on a Saturday – you know; that voice which makes the smallest molehill of a problem into a mountain and / or reminds us how comfy the armchair is etc. etc.

Last Saturday around 9, I suddenly became very aware of how long the 7 or so hours that I was about to be out for would feel, especially at the end of rather a long day and “did I really have to go out”? (sound familiar?)

Once I got out, I never gave it a second thought of course and then our very first conversation was with a prostitute, who was only daring to speak to us as her pimp wasn’t around. She really wanted to get out of the lifestyle and asked us for help and we were able to give her some pointers. She gladly accepted our offer of prayer and began to cry as we did.

Later we gently washed the forehead and face of a female street sleeper who had been kicked there for refusing to take part in a drug deal. Later still all four of us knelt on the pavement to hug 2 street sleepers – the girl particularly revelled in hugging one of our

ladies – I guess street sleepers don’t get many hugs – and at their request praying with them. Such an honour!

And that’s not to mention the amazing answered prayers of course – once while in for our break and overhearing a prayer request come in from another team, thinking “Wow, that sounds pretty impossible!” – I should have known better shouldn’t I? – it took all of a minute for the answer to come! Then later phoning the Prayer Pastors with a pretty difficult situation we were involved with and yes you’ve guessed it – within a minute…..

Many other excellent conversations that night too……or I could have stayed in………. 🙂