Sunday morning and people are praying. The music starts and people come flocking into the room- 100, 200, 500 people- the number doesn't matter.

People start expressing their love for God in song.

One side a group of people is dancing. The opposite side a painter and a sculptor work away. The worship band slowly fades in volume and the dancers and artists merge together and a drama unfolds– today it is a re-telling of the story of Jesus healing a crippled man, and as the actor playing Jesus commands the man to rise up, a real healing takes place and there is a testimony given of a man who has just walked for the first time in years.

Spontaneous praise for Jesus  gives way to an offering that is not just money but a heart-felt commitment of our whole lives to God. Two ministry teams are prayed for and commissioned for their trip to Asia- one to build an orphanage, the other to rescue sex workers.

Communion follows and tears are shed as the bread and wine are passed. It's quiet and someone calls out "Please save me Jesus." A cell group leader comes and stands next to her and while the sermon is preached shares with her how to be set free from sin.

The sermon ends and we adjourn to the creek where a baptism takes place. 

Morning tea is beside the creek and a group discusses how to implement our refugee resettlement plan.

Just another Sunday at New Life, powered by a constant stream of prayer rising up 24 hours a day from the newly dedicated prayer and healing rooms in the main street. Cell groups meet every day and evening in various homes discipling, mentoring and growing full-on christians.

We don't yet see this, but we will, and soon. It's not about a style of worship or a plan for community, but the Holy Spirit working deeply in our hearts to establish the Kingdom of God- or at least a representative sample of it in this town.