A Cambridge Street-Preacher

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From back in the day. (Cliff just pointed this out to me–I’d never seen the photo). In my hand I’m holding a Bible–I was reading the whole of Isaiah to celebrate having finished my first year of Theology exams the day before. The sunflower you can see next to my bag was an unexpected gift from an appreciative passer-by. And also by the bag (to the right of the water boottle) — slightly less clearly, but visible if you look — is a jar of mustard seeds, which I offered to whoever might want one in the hope of provoking a conversation and as a sign of sowing the word of God (Mk. 4:14) with a seed of faith (Matt. 17:20). And finally — I don’t think the conversation with the particular man in the photo went anywhere very deep.

And when I emailed Taryn to tell her of the events of the day, she responded by writing and recording me this song:

Today living water flowed in the street
words sharp like swords but oh, honey-sweet
the heavens wept for joy
at your faith which has been through history
the mark of friends of the most High
of whom this world was not worthy

and someone gave you a sunflower
i wish that girl was me

the Word says ‘he knows his own’
and rejoices o’er you with song
his song is a rainbow that fills the sky
and when his favour overwhelms
or when he sees fit to discipline
i wanna tell you he loves you and I can see why

and someone gave you a sunflower
i wish that girl was me
how i want to be the one
the feet that come at a run
bearing this news: “He says ‘well done.'”

It’s not over yet, we’ve barely begun
living each day for the timeless one
till the dross is gone and our days are done
for we are like flowers says solomon
sunflowers that live to gaze upon
the beauty of the Son

so someone gave you a sunflower
and someday that girl will be me
how i want to be the one
the feet that come at a run
bearing this news: “He says ‘well done.'”