Sep | 17 | Sat | The City of WINCHESTER | “Look into my soul….and not my arsehole”


Sep | 17 | Sat | The City of WINCHESTER | “Look into my soul….and not my arsehole”

PRAYER REQUESTS |

  • Ask | For Wendy – Who arrived like a weird angel and disappeared in dissappointment. For Bianca the Tattoo sign holder. For the Three Young men I had my photo taken with.
  • Thanks | For being able to say at Diddy Mark M’s. The Bed was magnificent the chinese food was awesome. Thank you Jesus,…and Karen.
  • Implore | For THOSE FOLK WHO TOOK A Bible in Winchester and Sorted Men’s Magazines, to read them~! SALISBURY TOMORROW. For Divine appointments please…….and of course for PROVISION

PROCLAMATION LOCATIONS & NEEDS |

  • TOMORROW’S MESSAGE | is ROOTED IN the book of | RUTH |
  • IN THE CITY OF SALISBURY| CATHEDRAL WEST WALL 3:30PM |CAN YOU MAYBE HOOK ME UP SOMEWHERE PLEASE! | 07975 805 323
  • ACCOMMODATION NEEDED? | YES PLEASE!
  • IF YOU CAN HOOK ME UP WITH SOMEONE OR SPONSOR A PREMIER INN /TRAVEL LODGE THAT WOULD BE GREAT) |
  • THE DAY AFTER’S MESSAGE | is ROOTED IN the book of | 1ST SAMUEL |
  • IN THE CITY OF EXETER| I DON’T KNOW |CAN YOU MAYBE HOOK ME UP SOMEWHERE PLEASE! | 07975 805 323
  • ACCOMMODATION NEEDED? | YES PLEASE!
  • IF YOU CAN HOOK ME UP WITH SOMEONE OR SPONSOR A PREMIER INN /TRAVEL LODGE THAT WOULD BE GREAT)

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60 SECOND VIDEO OVERVIEW OF JUDGES

I woke around 6:30am. The Air bed did its job and I slept fitfully well. The Data uploads had been going all night and seemed to be finished.

Andy came down the stairs first, later to be joined by his ‘oppo’ and together we had toast and Marmalade with hot tea in a cup the size of a Jacuzzi, talked Theology and prayed. Good times.

Now I was on the road to Winchester to seek out the Butter cross. Today, I was gonna naked Bungee jump.

Winchester is the first and ORIGINAL capital of England. King Alfred (the Christian founder of the Royal Navy – correct me of I am wrong) dominates the sky line. He is magnificent. I would love a lion’s main type beard like that. It would however make me look like a sock puppet with the toe fluff still attached. I feed the parking meter £4.00 Yikes.

I get my rucksack, Bible and laptop and head toward town. I walk past a very large Christian Evengelical Church. It’s closed up and empty on this busy saturday. I ring the number on the board outside. It rings and rings and then it rings somemore. The spirit of Frank Doberman rises up within me. Its not rocket science chaps! For goodness sake!

It’s Café Nero time, free Wi-Fi and usually an available power outlet ( Maccy D’s hides them all). Winchester is wonderful. I remember coming here with Bridget a long-long time ago to check out the Cathedral. But it looks different? It’s Saturday and the town is jam packed. The Market is on and there is no sign of a recession or any Big Issue seller, but again, a couple of no doubt poorly paid sign holders both advertising, you guessed it, a Tattoo Parlour. This is obviously good business, and the last four I have been into all want paying in cash. I can’t think why? 🙂

I’m looking for Nero’s coffee house and blow me down, if it is not opposite the Butter Cross. It’s a sign! I’m hungry. I find a seat but the power outlet is three seats down. I order an Americano with a toasted ham and cheese sandwich. It takes AGES to come and when it does, the cheese is lava hot and cauterises my saliva glands shut. I publicly praise God. Right.

A punter movedout of the seat closer to the power outlet. I Move my stuff and plug in. Yes my Laptop battery is deciding to die at the beginning of the tour.  At most it can hold maybe 30 minutes without just leaving town abruptly. No warning, the beast just dies. Kersplat. So coffee and electrical juice is vital. I still have emails to check and write. Salisbury Cathedral have conformed I can preach outside of the We

st Wall tomorrow at 3:30am (Just in case I have not told you that) but for now the Butter Cross is looking THE ideal place. Two Coppers are stood opposite it.

The Butter Cross

“Excuse me officers” says I, explaining the whole Christian Idiot abroad thingy, “but can I speak in the open air?” The really nice Policemen direct me to the Cathedral green, “They are really nice people over there. They have a book table”. I explain that the one of the Cathedral Clergy thinks I will get more of a congregation right here at the Butter Cross. “Can I preach there?”
“Providing you don’t preach in a doorway, cause an obstruction, or incite a riot, then you can.”
I think of the apostle Paul starting riots. I am not Paul. It’s gonna be ok.
“Can I use my PA system?”
“NO!”

The PA system is dead anyways. So it’s ABS, Lungs and Vocal chords only time. I am ready.

Bianca has got a bolt through the bridge of her nose. She reminds me of my own beautiful daughter. She is holding the sign for the Tattoo parlour

“Excuse me” says I but I am doing this filming project…” I offer to pay her a tenner to film me for ten minutes, she can do this whilst she is holding the Tattoo sign she is up for it. “Wait here then says I, I am just gonna go and get my stuff.

I go to the car and dump everything in my bag which is not necessary and top up with Bibles, SORTED mags and of course, get the old chalk board. I triple check everything and we are good to go. Ooh one more thing. Today I need my big leather Cowboy hat.

Now it might rain, but that’s not the reason I am wearing it. Sure it’s an affectation and you know today, I need to affect some people for good. There is nothing like a small bloke in a big hat with a video camera to look stupid enough to be in the Movies. I walk up to all the people sat on the Buttered cross.

“ Excuse me guys” says I “ I am recording a 5-10 minute film if you want to be in it just hang around.

A couple of lovely girls are real excited at the prospect at being on TV and when I ask if they are willing to hold the board, they agree.

I arm Bianca with the Camera and instructions and then climb to the top of the Butter Cross. I take my jacket and my hat off (Preaching in a big hat….hmmm..Not today) and I begin

“People of Winchester…..I put the nail of “everyone doing what is right in their own eyes” in the wood of their hearts and then I bang it home a few times. There are some God bless you’s and some Amens. I like Winchester.

At the end of the preach I get cheered and applauded. I love Winchester. Three young men want a picture taken with me. I say yes and rabbit ear the guy to my right. I am appearing on someone’s face book page as the mad and manic street preacher of Winchester.

I give out several Bibles and sorted Magazines which people receive gladly.

A funny little woman approaches me:

“You’ve got the light, you’re called. This is my apostle Paul,” she says pointing at heavily tattooed bald headed bloke. Here we go.

Wendy keeps telling me things and keeps asking me if I understand. She insists on taking me and her apostle Paul for coffee to Starbucks.

Wendy goes to buy cake and caffeine for all three of us and interview Gary the tattoed artist. He is from Middlesbrough, “Why aye!”

Wendy comes back. She is the weirdest woman I have recently met. Strange. Strangely mixed up. Strangely prophetic?

“I’m from Derby duck and I have a foot in all camps” She hands me a picture of the Virgin Mary and then demands I look at her. She says “Your eye is covered, there is something blocking it.”Do you understand?”

I say “Yes”. I don’t want an explanation.


She says
“No you don’t. It’s your third eye, you childs eye, you need to laugh more, you need to be more of a fool for Christ and from this day forth you will be. Look into my soul” she says “and not my arsehole” and with that she guffaws and slaps the table. “I was in the shit and Jesus got me out of it” she says…I like Wendy. I’ve almost spit my coffee out twice with laughter. And that’s her method of Evangelism really, sound bite snippets and laughter. She is quite mad. It’s the asbestosis affecting her brain. That, or her now dead alcoholic husband who was in the Green Jackets and into witchcraft, that, and the loss of four children, that, and her two wombs, that, or her father’s sexual abuse from a child, that, and a million more other things. I like Wendy very much indeed.

She insists I go to the Cathedral. My Parking time is running out and don’t have long. She offers me a bed for the night. Bless her heart. I had better not. I tell her I will come to the Cathedral with her and ask her to wait there whilst I put my stuff back in the car.
I return to Starbucks to find Wendy has gone. I tell you, she blessed me. A little asbestos filled Raven carrying chocolate fudge brownie and a cup of coffoee in her mouth from Starbucks.

This time when I go to Winchester Cathedral, I flash by ‘Rev Victor Robert Farrell’ business card and ask if I might “get in just to pray a while.” No questions, no charges, I am in . I like Winchester.

Winchester Cathedral might not look as glorious to some people as some of our  other Cathedrals on the outside but on the inside, it is truly magnificent. And for me it was truly magnificent. The veil did seem thinner here and I went and prayed. I lit three candles ( I know!) one for Bridget, one for Jonathan and one for Gemma. I knelt to pray and I wept profusely. I don’t know why? Maybe it was the relief to have the naked bungee jumping over with today, maybe it was the sadness over the long prayed redemption of my family still unanswered, maybe it was a thousand things, and maybe it was Wendy. Who cares…..it was wonderful. I left the Cathedral, but the candles remained a while, still lit, a testimony to God of my two prayerful wishes in particular and the giant hopes still burning in my heart. I honestly don’t know?


I walked back to the car and within minutes of this exaltation to the heavens I fell to the earth with a bump, for their before me, ( I was hungry again) was Fresh Hot Crepes with cut and melted Mars Bar filling, all brown and as naked as Bathsheba bathing with her kit off on a hot summers afternoon. What was a man to do?

I had spoken to Bridget that afternoon. Money was very tight. She has spent £18 on a week’s shopping for herself and £6 of that was for the cat! I was now biting and sucking on £2.80’s worth of hot indulgent madness. It was almost sexual. I loved it. Nathan was on holiday.

I got into the car satisfied that Winchester was over with and that maybe I should head on over to Salisbury tonight, get a Bed and Breakfast and do some housekeeping.

About ten miles out, Mark M called me and offered me a bed for the night. I turned the car around. The countryside is fantastic around here and you know as I pulled back into Winchester I drove past a sign which said ‘BOAZ’, whilst the biggest and brightest rainbow touched down in a field maybe 400 years from me. God was speaking and most importantly, it wasn’t about the Crepe Mars bar thingy.

I filled up with Diesel (£75 – I am now an official signs and wonders Pastor – signing for tons of stuff and wondering how I am gonna pay for it)

I came round a bend and had my Sat Nav on my iPhone, it was in my hand and I was putting it back in the homemade cradle when a Bike Cop took my picture. Mars bar judgement may now have been served. We shall see. Bloody Cameras…

Mark Markeowich is one of two guys who have been really helping with this project. I would not be doing it without them. Mark has been it, seen it, done it, got the T shirt video and the book. His wife Karen and two kids took me in, fed me with Chinese and wine, gave me the most comfortable bed ever, allowed me to plug in at least forty bits of kit to recharge and left me alone to get on writing my blog. In the morning they  took me to a nearby church, got me bigged up by the Pastor, took me home, gave me his Sat Nav to keep and a special charger which will keep the PA alive whilst it sleeps in the back of the car, and lastly and most importantly, gave me a ‘likkel plastic bag’ with a ham sandwich, a packet of crisps and a chocolate club bar stuffed in it. It felt like my dad was sending me off to school. The little bag of goodies blessed me more than anything. What have you done to me Wendy? I was teary eyes again.

I was off to Salisbury and I will tell you all about that tomorrow.

NOTE TO SELF (again) | CLEAN THE CAR TOMORROW!!

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