Living in Paradise #GB12 @changingworship

Of course there was the usual talk of Ark building. Once again my assumptions abound.  It would seem that Greenbelt dwellers bring with them only unclean animals as they began discussing how best to pair them up.

What quickly became apparent is the character of the typical Rainbelt dweller. People rallying around to help other poor souls who returned to camp to discover 6″ of water running through their tents. As people decamp on foot with a 1/2 mile trek to the nearest Tarmac, people stop to help each other with heavy or bulky items. They laugh, they joke and they smile about the God who rains on the righteous and unrighteous alike. Behind me someone brings back a distant memory of The Proclaimers on mainstage by shouting at the top of his voice “I would walk five hundred miles…”.  The column of heavily laden packhorses erupts with laughter and joins in with the chorus as they head past a portaloo charged by a weekend of sharing with other pilgrims on the way. They strike one foot in front of the other whilst looking to transform their communities in the name of the man who even commands the wind and the rain.