I had one of those heart-stopping moments on the last evening. I was seated with Monika about 3 rows back, praying for the rain to hold off, when one of those women came running towards me, arms outstretched, massive smile eating up the rest of her face. You know the kind I mean - mad, demented, nuts, odd, weird, strange. The ones who always have words from God for ME. The ones who kindly offer to pray with ME. The ones who scare the life out of ME.
"Hiiiiiiiiiiiii" she screetched, "how are uuuuuuuuuuuuu?" I learnt a prayer from Matt Fielder, a superb speaker. " God, help."
Jesus heard my prayer, as she flung herself around the quivering wreck of a man seated one row in front of me. Thank you Jesus.