The industrial estate

We moved, now 12km from the beach we were staying in a church in the middle of an industrial estate. We were going out into a park between apartment blocks and performing for families with young kids and bored youth and the atmosphere was very different.

The first night was a disaster, the sound went we didnt know half the songs, everyone was tired of feeling ill we didnt eat til 10 and i had torn a chest muscle last week being an idiot in a kids act and had been in pain up for the best part of 5 days. We needed God to break though here, the worship last week on the beach had been awesome, Gods presence was so real it was like worshipping in an army although there had only been 30 or so of us, but this felt so different. Last night with food down us and the sick ones at home, and a sound system in place people had conversations and prayed with people. For me though it didnt clear, i was finally in an awesome place with God, i wanted to stand there and tell the world about him, but my spainsh was falling to bits having neglected it for the last two months, i wasnt in many of the dances at the mo, i couldnt understand spanish slang to sit and talk to the bored youth, i felt useless and so discouraged i could cry. Not knowing the words to the spanish worship songs we were now singing, i could have kicked myself as i stood there like an idiot choosing between making up words in english in my own worship or interceeding for what we were doing or standing there clapping and trying not to look like too much of a plum til it was over. Last week i had jumped the language barrier by chasing cyclists and joggers, with a little cheeky spainsh and giving them flyers, i may not have have profoundly deep conversations but at least there was an extra 10% of people getting to read abit on the gospel, dancing and singing some of the worship songs down on the beach at least people could see christ in me, but here i was frustrated, i had been praying God would give me a passion for his name and passion for the gospel and now i had it and felt so useless i could cry.

´no-one is going to come over to someone with a face like a slapped arse and ask them how they get jesus in there life, so get off your bum, die to yourself and go sit with the teenagers´ i told myself, so i went over to the teenagers and sat like a plum, a supportive plum but a plum nonetheless. From now on i would learn the worship songs in the morning break, attempt the kids club and play football however badly with the kids, soemhow i was going to be used, it was upto God how, i just had to put myself out there and take up the spainsh lessons again in the afternoon freetime. I was here to tell people about christ and how amazing he was, I had to do it, he had answered my prayer i now wanted to do it, it was just a question of how.