Fire in our hearts - The Jesus Army

FIRE IN OUR HEARTSNEW GENERATIONknown and loved. It was a rose-tinted memory. Now we hadadapted to the culture and lowered the drawbridge it wasinevitable that wordly influences should come. God’s firewould purify them.Two weeks later there was another outbreak. As Steve spokeabout the bowl of oil it was if the angel had arrived and waspouring it all over them. People felt they were soaked in healingoil. Everyone was excited. They laughed, cried, prayedout or just shook and fell. Prophecy was unleashed; whereverthis oil was allowed to flow there would be change. Eyes wouldbe opened. Ears unblocked. Prison bars melted.Around this time Steve attended a Toronto-style meetingand from then on kept waking up at exactly 5.55 in the morning.One Saturday night the Lord woke him up suddenly andurged him to go downstairs and look out of the window. Stevegroaned. It was winter. But he dressed and went down.‘What do you see?’ the Lord asked. Under the orange streetlightsSteve watched someone unloading sacks of bread onthe doorstep. (This was free bread for the homeless).‘Er, I see a white van — and lots of free bread.’That was all. A puzzled Steve climbed gratefully back intobed. The next morning Steve intended to preach from Isaiah55. He turned to the passage: ‘You who have no money; come,buy and eat... Why spend money on what is not bread?’ Ah —free bread! That was why God woke him up! He was bringingliving bread to the house.In the morning meeting he spoke on the need to hear andeat God’s word. Listen-eat-live-do: this was Isaiah. Remark-392