Where do I start? Our Father’s love is just incredible.

40 Jesus-followers from 5 different churches knelt down on the pavement in one of the busiest shopping areas in Inverness yesterday and prayed together. We waited until we were sure of the loving presence of our Heavenly Daddy and then we stood-up and invited people to experience His love for themselves. We invited people to take a seat and receive healing.

I could write so much. I really could. There was such a sense of peace and love. Nobody was striving. People were coming and Jesus was healing them. This was the church on the streets that I’ve been imagining. It’s hard to explain the difference between this and “outreach” if you haven’t experienced it. But it wasn’t “outreach”. It was church. Worshipful instrumental music. Our Daddy’s presence. The community of believers ministering wholeness. It was unusual but it was also “normal”.

I helped a man with gout in one leg. God’s love rushed upon Him with such tenderness that I was almost in tears as I commanded the gout to leave and circulation to be restored. I asked him if he was able to test it. He stood on his bad leg, looked me in the eyes and said “That’s incredible. That’s absolutely incredible.” I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “That’s how much God loves you” I said handing him one of our follow-up packs for him to read at his leisure (and I’m sure that he will, after that encounter). “We’re here every Saturday. Pop by any time and say hello, and bring your friends”.

Meanwhile, all around me people were being helped under the canopy of our Father’s love. Several back conditions were healed, unequal length limbs grew, smoking addictions were addressed, and emotional healing was taking place.

Then there was an excited commotion. A group of ladies who had been helping a lady called Sue were broken to tears. Sue took our hand-held mic and told the passing shoppers what had happened to her. She’d arrived with painful osteoarthritis and osteoporosis in her right hip and lower back which had reduced her walking, aided by a stick, to a rather slow pace. She had been completely healed. “Jesus is alive today” she announced to everybody “He’s just healed me”. She left us her walking stick as a souvenir (you can see it hanging below our PA speaker on the photos). She was last seen walking up and down the stairs in the shopping mall, trying out her “new” legs.

“Daddy. Your love is just awesome. Thank you for such an encouraging start. I can hardly wait until next week.”

If you were there then please your reports and photos and I’ll publish them here on the website – or leave a comment below.