Expecting God to turn up

My favourite moment of the night was talking to a man (Joe) who spoke very little english. It took Georgina and I ages to communicate that we wanted to pray for him. Eventually he understood and we just asked Jesus to reveal himself to Joe and talk to him in a way that he would understand. Then we just waited, expecting Jesus to speak. For a while there was nothing. Just silence. And waiting...but then...Joe started quietly nodding. And there was a presence. And it was beautiful. Of course Jesus showed up. Why wouldn't he?!