Fire in our hearts - The Jesus Army

FIRE IN OUR HEARTSCITY ON A HILLOne night they met a young man who’d become a Christianin his early teens. He’d been baptised in the Spirit, but hischurch rejected charismatic gifts and he was put off. His familywere into the occult and it wasn’t long before he fell awayand became a heavy drinker. When he met us, he’d been in acar accident, and though his leg had been healed by spiritualistshis vision and hearing were still impaired.Frustrated and aggressive, he had come for an argument,but he soon calmed down and they invited him back for supper.Simply talking to them made him feel different. That weekhe stopped drinking and the next Friday went back to theFarm for the weekend.As he sat on the wall, looking over the valley, memories of aholiday with Christian friends returned. ‘If only we could livetogether like this,’ he had thought. He felt the presence ofGod again, and his leg shot with pain as the spiritualist healingvanished away. The brothers prayed for him, broke theoccult power, and he was healed in the name of Jesus. Back inLeicester, he woke up on Monday morning to find his hearinghad improved. Within weeks he’d moved in to the Farm.Pete ‘Valiant’, our Dutch medic, joined the team at the ‘Uni’disco. He flopped on the seat, wincing as the heavy metalblasted his eardrums. The rest of the team were lost in ahaze of smoke and coloured strobes, and a heavy smell ofcigarettes, dope and patchouli oil filled the basement. It washard going. Pete couldn’t wait to get back to our Leicesterhouse.‘Lord,’ he prayed, ‘you’ll have to bring them to me.’Pete was a straight, and most took him for the drug squadand avoided him. When they found he was a Jesus Freak they190