It suddenly hit me today that I will have to go home this weekend in order to get down to Glastonbury on the Tuesday. That means it’s been almost a year since I started trying to take on board God’s challenge to leave my comfort zones and really make a difference. I’m looking forward to Glastonbury, as it means that we’ll finally get to go there with all our ideas about faith in action and taking on the whole of SPEAK’s vision in one weekend. And there are some good bands on. Beyond that I’m facing the prospect of coming back to Bradford and starting my job on 1st July. It’s easy to think that over the year nothing has changed, but I know that to be a lie. The most phenomenal things have happened, so many just in the last couple of weeks. We’ve seen the CU and the churches take on and complete weeks and days of 24-7 Prayer; we’ve seen the church united in prayer for the city; we’ve been on prayer walks and seen the results. I personally have learnt a great deal about the city, and am following through on the call to stay here at least for the year. And as a result of Friday’s crazy prayer I’m already noticing a greater trust in God’s will.
There’s still an unbelievable amount to do, but looking at the small things we have planned I can see how mountains really can be moved. We’re looking at a week of 24-7 by not just a church, but the Church in Bradford; we’re planning a guided prayer walk, which Richard Kirkcaldy has blogged about; the CU has some exciting plans for the beginning of the next academic year. I’m looking for contacts with an interest in community, and ways in which we can build radical Christianity into city life. I have total confidence that God will enable serious change in Bradford if only we let him.
Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide. Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mould them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries.
Let’s “make demons scream in shopping centres.”