Saturday - revelations, healing rooms and fun
What a day so far. A lot to tell if I can!
We all feel intimidated by master blogger Jan who has gone for marathon epistles. Last night I was fading fast as Jan set to on her blog. I stayed awake long enough to show her how to load it onto the website. Wakened this morning I rolled over to see what time it was. It was dark but jan wasn’t in bed. 7.10AM where could she have gone? Then my eyes accustomed to the dim light from under the bathroom door... surely not... could she have? I went to the bathroom door to see Jan sat on the loo with the laptop, blogging! Yes I have become a blog widower. Where will her next blog come from after 36,000 feet up, then the smallest room – watch this space!
We went to the healing rooms this morning. They have set this up so well. After registering you are assigned to a letter group then directed to the encounter room. This was the best bit for me. Rather than wait in a queue and chat, the room is the perfect place to soak in God’s presence. The worship band played songs and instrumentals. They sensed what the Spirit was doing and responded seamlessly. I was quickly able to shut my eyes and focus on God even switching off from the many bodies and voices around. I had such a strong mellow sense of enjoying God and then chatting to God as various thoughts came into my head. I had thoughts from the past, I asked God who I should forgive. God asked me a few questions – do I believe that He hears me when I pray? Do I believe He will answer? Will He give me bread or a stone, an egg or a scorpion?
The worship varied from rhythmic instrumentals to loud songs with a pumping bass but always managed to be there but not there. I had my eyes shut so I didn’t see the dancers or the lady blowing kisses. I knew there were artists painting and people wandering around praying but no one was shouting ‘look at me’, nothing jarred or distracted attention.
We were called through to the prayer room in letter groups. I sat and waited and saw one guy with a ram’s horn. He blew this as part of his prayer. Something inside me told me he was going to pray for me and sure enough he did. His name is Jose and my compatriots quickly came up with Jose the horn player... imagine all three but Theresa in particular repeating this and howling for ages! I gone for prayer asking God to improve my sleep, I wake several times a night. Jose did pray but asked if I had nightmares? No I feel quite peaceful. ‘Have you asked God why He wakes you? Perhaps He wants to speak? Are you a busy man?’ Now there’s a killer thought! I’ll give it a go and let you know.
We met many people from the UK including Ian Rossol who I knew in Leeds. There are ~900 delegates booked into this leaders conference of whom 120 are from the UK. We will all get together on Tues AM.
In need of fresh air and to stretch our legs we visited the Sundial bridge, this is an amazing foot bridge over the Sacramento river and quite a local land mark. It is immense and pictures don’t do it justice.
Notice the coats - home from home hey?
So after a walk in the Turtle bay park I’m back at the hotel to blog while Jan sleeps (all that blogging has taken it’s toll.
We are clearly amazed at all God is and will be doing. We’re also amazed at the massive cars which would look out of place in the UK. I thought this one was about my size!
We’re going out for a meal with Pete and Kim Carter. They are coming to Glasgow in Feb for ours leaders’ weekend.
Hope you have a fab time at church.