August 25th (meet me in the fields)

A six o’clock start, a lost and found £20 note, and a full cup of peppermint tea being slung down the sink were just the beginning of our sweaty road trip to glory. Why does every worship event have to be in the south?

Arrived at the David’s Tent around two, and after the hateful task of setting up rebellious tents, I headed down to the worship tent. For today, just worshipped without talking or asking Jesus anything in particular, although I did catch some nifty bible verses. Extremely weighty glory and manifest presence, like I’ve not experienced in a long time.

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