Tuesday, March 16, 2021

An island of understanding and a Beacon of unconvention

In early 1980, and for a few years after, Emmanuel Church Loughborough, formed part of a number of Anglican churches in the town. 

Like many other towns up and down the country, the services held in these established churches followed a common and well established pattern.  Early morning Communion, Matin’s at mid morning and Evensong towards the end of the day.

Due mainly to the fact that Loughborough had a large student population, the Emmanuel incumbent decided that his church needed a further, more music-led service at around 7.30 pm.  Martin introduced the fourth service, this new service was to be called Evening Praise.

Attracting mostly young people and a scattering of the more evangelical adults, this service complete with guitar and drums was to be a tremendous success.  Speakers from all around the country, some from different denominations, would come and give their testimonies on many aspects of the Christian faith.  Spiritual gifts frequently featured, with prayer for many types of ailments, mental and physical conditions, and deep seated personal problems.

To the grateful expectation of some and the amazement of others, answered prayer became more than a little apparent.

Questions about what was happening at Emmanuel began to circulate amongst other churches, and soon the expression ‘an Emmanuel Experience’ was coined.   It would not be unfair to say that some of the other churches in Loughborough became a bit dubious about Emmanuel, but I just spent every week looking forward to attending.

It was thanks to the people there that I embarked on a long weekend at a large country house some 30 miles from Loughborough. The speaker was David Webb of the Birmingham Riverside Fellowship.  That is where my whole life changed!

In short, I went there with no great expectations. I was after all, ‘a church-going person.’  An unexpected event during that Saturday afternoon caused me to become a very convinced Christian.  In just four words, THE PENNY HAD DROPPED.

David Taylor

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