Fire in our hearts - The Jesus Army

FIRE IN OUR HEARTSAWAKE O ZION!The honeymoon lasted about a week. Kelly sussed us outand brought ‘the faithful wounds of a friend’.‘Kelly’s so austere,’ I complained, ‘and Ian has the insensitivityof youth. Oh for my friends at the Hall!’‘Kelly hammered Simon (graciously),’ Ian revealed. ‘He toldhim he’s arrogant towards the sisters.’‘I feel like the bottom of my life has fallen out,’ I wrote,‘and all my spirituality is a load of rubbish.’The process of being fitted into the ‘spiritual house’ continued.‘I’m writing this in the bathroom,’ Ian records, ’cos “youknow who” can’t sleep with the light on! I react to Simon a lotover little things. He said I need to be more of a friend to him.I felt quite touched really.’The ‘sandpaper ministry’ continued its painful work andslowly our rough edges got worn down — a bit.The gracious sisters, nurtured by Kelly, befriended byNorma and mothered by Verna, seemed to love the cross,and to be constantly turning out deep wisdom, beautiful songs,and lovely paintings. In company they were as demure asfragrant flowers (most of the time). But the noise and laughterthat reverberated from the sisters end and down the elegantstaircase told a different story! Those who were intense,or ‘in the flesh’ were surrounded and sung to! Theyweren’t perfect but they’d got it together.We saw the preciousness of genuine love, and our own needfor a serving heart. I started to make the tea for them all, butholiness was a still a long way off!‘I’m failing to manifest the sweet disposition of Jesus undertrial,’ I wrote.172