What can I say?

I love my church. Absolutely, flipping awesome. For those who aren't aware of what happened the night of the 27th of September 2006, on my way to Powerhouse, I'll do a quick run down. Personally I think this will be worded better than the police statement, but who am I to judge. God'll decide.

In short, I was mugged. It could be elaborated on...In this way. Wills and I walk a good deal faster than a group of girls...Especially if it includes Lydia. It's not that she's slow, I've just noticed she walks slowly. (Sorry, Lydia) When you leave a group of about 10 there is an air of insecurity about the place. But it's not generally noticed until recollection. For example, today.

Walking to a prayer meeting the last thing you suspect is two masked thugs ask you to empty your pockets. Especially when you're only 30 seconds away from the entrance to the church. Regrettably that's exactly what happened. There were two Asians wanting my stuff, and Wills' stuff. The taller guy, was considerably taller. But quite skinny. He said "Empty your pockets". I didn't think that was a very nice thing to say, perhaps "Hello my name is Phill, I'd like whatever is in your pockets so that I can buy some drugs." I didn't want to fuel anything, but, by the power of the Holy Spirit, I said what I've always wanted to say to said "Mugger". "Why are you doing this?" I believe he was slightly taken aback; all I wanted to do was preach the Gospel to them, that's a lot more valuable. He hit me. Hard. In the face. Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood, hand to face. I thought he'd done his worst (incidentally I was right) and tried to walk past him again.

Why he tried to go in my pockets I'll never know, but I just took his hand out again and walked towards the church. Did I mention the other guy said he had a gun? I didn't believe him for a second, but that does add to the drama somewhat. Walking away was strange. It wasn't worth looking back, but I do wonder what the guys were thinking. Why didn't I just cave and give them my valuables? Why did I challenge them? It's rude to answer a question with another question, I've heard. Maybe manners are something I should work on. What was different about me? I only think that God can answer that. He took away my spirit of fear; I knew He was protecting me and the only thing that happened was 3 hours in A&E to say "Suck on some ice". No one was hurt, nothing was stolen, and my girlfriend, Abbey, was able to preach the Gospel to a police officer who was taking statements etc. An overall brilliant night.

Why do I love my church? Because in the space of 2 hours I received about 10-15 messages checking I was ok and that they were praying for me. That is love on a whole new level. I've grown again and I can't wait for what God has next in store for me.

Two blondes were walking through the woods and they came to some tracks. The first blonde said "These look like deer tracks." and the other one said: "No they look like moose tracks." They argued and argued for a while and they were still arguing when the train hit them.