“I was glad when they said to me, come to the House of the Lord.“ Psalm 122.1
This morning we awoke to a stunning sunrise over the channel. The sun rising above the port areas of northern France of Dunkirk and Calais from our vantage point of the white cliffs of St. Margarets Bay. As the sun climbed so did the temperature in this beautiful location, I was pleased that we were down here early to experience this beautiful morning breaking.
I was even more pleased when on turning the ignition key, the Volkswagens battery only turned the starter motor enough to make me alarmed! And just as the battery was about to give up the fight, the diesel engine fired up. Hallelujah! This is quite a remote spot and would have taken considerable time for a recovery truck to find and attend. What to do next, I pondered. If this would have happened in the morning, I would have missed the ferry, if it happened on disembarking then it would have been rather more costly. This also made my decision for me about whether to go into Dover today.
We traveled down to the town and found a battery supplier. I pulled out a few tools necessary to change the battery and we were good to go. I then parked in the centre, ready to go and have a look around. The motor-home immediately drew some attention . A lovely man named Russ, enquired about all different aspects of my DIY touring bus. Russ and his lovely wife were in mid process of converting their own vehicle and were well seasoned travelers. He gave me lots of good tips and advice for travelling on the continent and specifically how motor-home owners are treated well wherever they go. I was blessed with his knowledge sharing.
Dover has it’s own Castle, commonly known as “the key to England“ standing imperiously atop the steep hill overlooking the channel and the town. It remains from the Roman era, Saxon and Norman times when William the Conqueror fought a one sided battle against the English and nigh on burnt it down to the ground.
On his victorious march to Westminster after the Battle of Hastings in 1066. Dover Castle had previously been construed as impregnable.
Just as impressive a structure in the centre of town is THE MASON DIEU, THE HOUSE OF GOD.
A hospice built for travelling pilgrims wounded and destitute soldiers and old people in 1203. Built by Hubert de Burgh, constable of Dover Castle and Earl of Kent. It was overtaken during the reformation and has since then been host to more civic duties.
Walking around the streets of Dover one finds an eclectic mix of people from many nationalities. There is a great sense of military history here, not just because there are a lot of war heroes, resplendent in their medals and part uniforms, in different locations collecting on behalf of the Poppy appeal.
There appears to be a heaviness around the town too, all day it’s obvious that the enemy has been busy as slender people scurry past, their faces drawn in from drink and drug ravaged addictions. Many cling to their coloured transparent carrier bags with their super strong cans of alcohol.
We should all pray for individuals, towns,cities , nations to be set free from this disease. We have a Saviour in Jesus Christ. We need more people to show them the way for the enemy has blinded them.
A move of the Holy Spirit can only be released by prayer, bringing God’s authority where it is needed.