pentecost festival, london
It was as I sat there, in this rather bewildered state of 'jet-lag' that I felt that God spoke to me. Not as an audible voice, admittedly, but through a jolt of Holy Presence. The words came very clearly, almost as if they were sprayed onto the wall of my consciousness graffiti-style. "Why not organise an event that I'd like to come to?" he said. It shook me to the core.
Taken from Rob Frost's vision for the Pentecost festival in London from the 9th to the 11th of May 2008.
Labels: mission, other event
