God in Minehead
I was something of a reluctant but regular church-goer between the ages of about 5 and 13. I went because of my mother and when she lost her faith I was able to stay at home on a Sunday and watch Italian football on channel 4.

As a result of our church-going, we occasionally went on holiday to Spring Harvest in Minehead. This particular year, when I was 10, Ishmael was performing and insisted that we went off with a Christian helper, pray and speak to God about whatever was bothering us.

I just didn’t know what to say. I didn’t think I needed much help – it was holidays so there was no schoolwork to done – so I talked about what was most bothering my 10-year old mind: I asked if He could heal my recently contracted verrucas.

I thought nothing of it for the rest of the afternoon but the very next day my veruccas were gone.

I spoke to the Lord and my afflictions were smote.
(GarlicCustard is saying 'sheee-it' on, Fri 20 Mar 2009, 13:53, Reply)