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Location: UK, West of London in Ber...
Registered: February 2002
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I went to Salisbury, a cathedral city in the south of England.
We walked around, took pictures, had lunch, did some shopping. Then we looked arond the cathedral and spent companionable time in the cathedral close.
Then my wife drew my attention to a service. "There's a healing service at half past 6," she said. "Do you want to go?"
I wasn't sure, but said I did. Something said it was an opportunity to serendipitous to miss. They happen there on the first wednesday each month, it seems. As the time approached I felt oddly nervous.
The service itself had me weeping softly. We were offered the chance to go to the altar rail and name people we wishes to have prayers of healing for. Well there are too many, and I said so.
All of my friends here need some form of healing. I asked for it for you all. I asked for it for all abused and troubled boys, naming two in particular.
I somehow felt unable to ask for help for my own needs, small as they are. It seesm weird, but they prayed for us, there at the rail, when I wanted the prayers for ALL. Afterwards I left names and generla things on pieces of paper to be prayed for.
Odd things happen to me in cathedrals. A few years ago it was Winchester cathedral
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