When I prayed about the wisdom of going to a holiday island in February at my own expense to somehow care for ‘foreigners and strangers’ (Ephesians 2:19), I saw a picture in my mind of Jesus standing in a breach in a wire fence, with His arms out wide and people gathered in front of Him and behind Him, standing by their broken down tents. It was as if He was saying, “Well… I’m already here…”. As my husband later said, “I realised ‘Of course’… Of course He is there. That’s just like Him, to be there.”
The whole week we were in the Camp we knew it was true. The peace and joy in the atmosphere and in those who spend months volunteering there could only be supernatural given the darkness of the situation – as we prayed and sang our way round tent–fixing and toilet–cleaning we could feel the presence of God.