One of the Ways is Essex.
Over the weekend was in Romford, Essex (or the London Borough of…talk about a place rediscovering identity) gathering with a small group of people themselves journeying outside the perimeters of organised, structural church. In Between the times of eating together, and we did a bit of that, we talked, shared, journeyed, joined, prayed and sensed a great connection. Here in this room were people carrying scars of the journey but also much in evidence was grace and healing. Most of these people had relocated to the area expecting to find the nirvana promised them as they became community. Although some good things occured, sometimes breakthrough stuff, what they found was not as they hoped. Yet the shoots of hope for today and bright hope for tomorrow sprung through. Much joy was evidenced through the pain. Marginalised through their associations and decisions to decentralise and deconstruct, God is now joining them into His bigger picture. The margins truly are becoming the story here in Romford. The creation and flow of a diamond geyser. A gusher that will flow in this gateway place between the city of London and the Nation and Nations. I felt God say prior to the weekend that this much maligned county and region would become the much aligned region. That a love affair would happen between Essex and South Wales creating a viaduct for water and fire to flow. Wildfire and the Geyser. Wildfire and the Lightning. The T.V. comedy Gavin and Stacey would be a modern day parable of the connection and love between these areas. Both areas often a sign of ridicule and maligned. But an alignment is already in motion that will sweep the M4 corridor off it’s feet. This will create a spout that will pour into mainland Europe and beyond.
Find your Voice.
Was reminded during my visit there that I had been there on a prior occasion to attend a Prophetic Round table. There was a real anointing and openness in the area for the prophetic. Since that time it is almost as though the area has become hoarse (during our time together a small child’s horse was found behind a cushion of a chair. This is where the voice has been stuffed), it has lost it’s voice. Felt that we needed to press in for the voice to be restored again. Through Jeremiah 20:9 and Revelation 10:8-10 shared about eating the scroll and speaking again. The pressing in for/resting in the supernatural/grace flow of God is right and needed, but the Voice needs to be heard again. The sound of the anvil needs to rise again. Romford find your voice, eat the scroll, speak from the guts, you cannot keep quiet. There are ears that need to hear what the Spirit is saying to His ekklesia. As we sat and talked I sensed that the prophetic round table of the past had been replaced by the kitchen tables and coffee tables of the present. The situation of the invited select few ‘ministry gift’ people had been replaced by the Voice within all people. Come on Romford, I want to hear you.
As I touched the earth in Romford I also sensed much disappointment and disillusionment. These people had come to Romford chasing the rainbow, looking for nirvana. Transformation was promised and prophesied as they were called to relocate and become part of something bigger. Apostolic leaders were being raised up carrying an authority to bring revival to the land. These promises remain unfulfilled. The pot at the end of the rainbow was never found. The hope that was raised up never materialised and hearts became sick. This led to much death of dreams and callings, and death inside many who gave up everything for what they thought was imminently coming. Yet what I felt was a fresh hope arising. Not in looking for the big but in the margins and often out of site of the pulpits and the buildings. In ordinary people touching the street. A wheel within wheel move of God where the imprint of the tyre tread of heaven is being left in the dust of the earth. A people not looking for the next big thing or move, but part of the flow of the movement of heaven invading earth as evidenced in Ezekiel 1. Living transformation where glory imprints earth and dirt imprints heaven.
Out of Control.
The biggest challenge for the area continues to be control. The question was asked about what to do in the face of this? I felt that a key is to continue to live and give freedom in every way possible. Living out of control can often be interpreted as being rebellious but lived out in grace and love it is key to the area of Romford and beyond. The old song ‘born free, as free as the wind blows’ came to mind as I worshipped. We must be born again, again, again in freedom. But freedom must also be given, people need to be free to live even outside our sphere of understanding, and be free to make mistakes without us saying ‘I told you so’. This is where true spiritual covering will be restored as love covers over a multitude of sin. Moses still cries from the gallery of the cloud of witnesses, ‘let my people go’.
Summing up With Loose Ends
Connections with some great people. Reconnection with someone I had not seen for 25 years totally out of the blue as we walked the street. Lightning girl. Diamond Geyser. Eating and laughter. Tree climbing and hugging. Misshapen shapes. Shapeless shapes. New shapes. New days, fresh days, old days. Romford clearing it’s throat ready to speak, refusing to be controlled, grasping fresh hope. Rainbows being released. Mick and Christine Smith, Gerry, Jane and all the gang, love you all loads. Here is a Tia Maria coffee to the road ahead, whatever it may look like.