This morning.
Saturday morning.
After a lie in I head up to the church.
Sanctuary.
The house of prayer Dawn and I planted and brought from vision to reality.
Its feels a bit strange for me now I'm not the minister here.
But I see this morning the very reason God brought Dawn and I here to London and enabled us to build this sanctuary here in West Ealing.
I watch a homeless man come in for a warm and some food and drink.
I watch as Dawn sits with him.
I watch as he asks for some help.
I catch his words.
He starts to cry.
Real big tears.
His words reflect how lost and hopeless he is.
I watch as Dawn lovingly comforts him with her kind words and openness.
I watch as she takes decisive action to help him.
I see hope flood into his hopeless eyes.
Pure.
Simple.
Devastatingly effective action.
O man.
My heart leaps at the simple yet majestic love of Jesus flowing through the heart of a human to a desperately needy heart of a man with literally nowhere or no one to turn to.
I am touched.
Deeply.
Refilled.
It's as if God is reminding of my own calling and purpose while I am on this earth.
There are so many.
Who need love.
There are so many who need simple action.
There are so many who need a saviour.
I needed this so badly this morning.
My passion comes flooding back.
So
I don't know where God will take me from this precious moment this morning.
But.
I'm ready.
Are you?
