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London to Cardiff 2014

It’s not over till the fat lady sings

My overnight accomadation in Cardiff was provided by James Robinson who sings with the Welsh National Opera. He provided me with a meal and a bed all though I was not much company as the two weeks of walking had taken its toll.

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Then it was on to Bethel Baptist Church where I shared this morning. I met my namesake Allan Saunders.

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I had a great time with the church.

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Afterward I spoke with a young man called John. He saw me walking with the cross in Stockport last year. He believes in God but hasn’t yet given his life to Christ. As far as I know it was his first time in church. It amazes me how seed sown bears fruit weeks, months even years later.
This walk is over but the work of the Holy Spirit goes on and on.

9-0 to the Kingdom of light.

After 13 days of walking approximately 160 miles I arrived in Cardiff.  What an adventure. Last night I was invited to share with some Korean pastors in Newport. We had a great time of fellowship and they prayed till 1AM.

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It was a powerful time and I and Sarah back home felt a tangible blessing.
Today was the last leg and I was excited to be approaching the finishing line.
The main challenge today was facing strong gusts of wind. It made walking doubly hard and on several occassions I was nearly blown of my feet.
I met several Christians along the way who encouraged me on my way.

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Pastor Tommy and his wife Risa from Texas.

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Richard from Ghana.
However the best moment came 45 minutes out from the city centre. I met Carl at a bus stop and he missed about 4 buses because he was talking to me. He had a keen interest in church history and was very knowledgable. When I asked him if he had a relationship with Jesus, he replied that he hadn’t. So I asked him if he wanted one. “Yes, but is it possible?” Came the reply. Buses drove by as I shared the good news of Jesus. We prayed together and he received Jesus as his saviour and friend.

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As far as I am aware the most important statistic of this journey is that Carl was the 9th person I prayed with to receive Jesus. Lets join in with the party in heaven.

We like sheep.

After an overnight stay with Sam and Lorna and their twin daughters Rosie and Ella. Lorna dropped me back across the border into Wales where I set up the cross and began the hike on toward Newport.

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Seeing sheep in the fields conjured up a pastoral image of the good shepherd and his flock. I was reminded of when I used to live in the Forest of Dean, where the sheep roamed freely. When the shepherd, (known locally as badgers) called his sheep they would come running toward him. Jesus said ” my sheep know my voice”.
I remember a time when my Son Matthew and I tried to corral one in the garden. We were very unsuccesful.
Much of the walk is trying to find so called lost sheep, the trouble being most of the time people don’t necessarily realise or accept they are lost.
I had a few conversations on the road today with pedestrians and cars that pulled over for a chat. In all honesty there was no real depth to the conversations, but seed was sown.

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As I approached Newport I passed the steel works and saw that there are plans for massive regeneration.
Tonight I have an invitation to speak at a meeting with some korean pastors. I am not sure, but think they may be the men who prayed in Cwmbran just before the recent move of the Holy Spirit there.
Watch this space.

The Cross is a bridge.

After all the blessings of yesterday, I knew it would be tough today. Firstly at about 19 miles it would be one of the longest days walks, Secondly the weather forecast was poor. Finally I would be crossing international borders from England to Wales.
So I said farewell to my hosts Will and.Claudia.

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So there could be no mistaking it. Today was all about the miles and praying for the nations. I made way out of Bristol via the Avon gorge

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Then it was all about making up the miles fast aong the A4 towards the River Severn crossing.
I did have one really.good conversation with some folk at a bus stop. There was a Christian, muslim and a Jew. It sounds like the first line of a joke but it wasn’t we had a lively debate as to how exclusive or inclusive Jesus is.
By late afternoon I caught site of the bridge in the distance, although it was the wrong one.

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By the time I reached the bridge I could cross on foot the wind had really picked up. It wasn’t really safe to carry the cross on my shoulder, so I carried it underarm in case I got blown over the side

The last 2 miles or so across the Severn were the most difficult as I battled the elements. Eventually I crossed over to Wales to be met by Stuart and Jean Macpherson who I knew from when we lived in the Forest of Dean.

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Tomorrow I make for Newport and I am looking to see more of the Holy Spirit at work.

“And can it be”. The same Spirit that was on the Wesley brothers brings powerful blessing in Bristol.

Wow what a day! I am so glad I chose to spend an extra day in Bristol. The plan was to into Bristol city centre and see what the Holy Spirit was doing. I left the house where I was staying at 11AM making for Broadmead the main shopping area.

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The morning was quite tough, I tried to find a good place to hand out gospel tracts but there wasnt much interest. At Lunch time I had call from my host Will to see how I was getting along. He reminded me about The New room, John Wesley’s first church.

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I had a good look round and I was allowed to bring the cross inside for safekeeping. I found the legacy of the Wesley brothers very inspiring.

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That Spirit of cheekiness came upon me again and I asked If I could preach. I took my text from, “The Spirit of the sovereign Lord is upon me, he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor.”

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There were only about 10 people listening but at the end I made an appeal and 2 people Martin and Molly responded to the invitation to salvation

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From that moment onward the Spirit was opun me big time.  Everyone wanted to talk to me. I met two lovely Korean pastors Il Ho and Young Ho who bought me lunch and prayed with me.

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Shortly after I met Dolly from Swanage who used to go to a congregational church there. I encouraged her to find a local church.
Then I met Ian who lives in Cork in the Republic of Ireland. His marriage had recently broken up. When he saw the cross he knew he needed to get right with Jesus. He asked me to pray and we joined together in prayer as he came back to his heavenly Father.

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Later I encountered to homeless guys John and Michael. The Spirit came upon them powerfully as they both reached out to Jesus. Michael even began to speak in.tongues.

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What a powerful day. Jesus is Lord.

Hope for the hopeless

After a pleasant night’s stopover in Bath it was time to say goodbye to my hosts Andy and Sue and hit the road to Bristol.

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In my mind I thought it would be a shorter day. I was wrong. I followed the cycle route along the old railway line from Bath to Bristol. The morning was taken up with prayer and I had a great sense that the Spirit wanted to bring hope to the hopeless.
In the afternoon the path got busier with both walkers and cyclists I had several good chats with people who were intruged by what I was doing.
As I approached Bristol I went through a long rail tunnel. I felt God wanted to communicate there is light at the end of the tunnel.

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Shortly after this I met a homeless guy who smelt strongly of urine. I tried to share with him but he was too drunk to understand. I embraced him and told him Jesus loved him. As I walked away I felt a sense of Christ’s compassion and wept as I prayed for him.

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As I reached the city centre I met  a Polish guy and we chatted for a while.

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As we talked he told me that he came from a bad place in Poland, Oswiecim. I knew where he meant that is the town that joins to Auschwitz. Ironically or maybe prophetically his name is Christian. Pray that he would be an example of how God can bring good out of evil. Hope for the hopeless. Tomorrow I plan to take too the streets of Bristol to share some good news.
Then on Thursday I cross international borders to Chepstow in Wales.

BREAKTHROUGH!

Another tough day of walking, although the descent into Bath was particularly scenic. I was dropped back to Chippenham this morning, to start my 8th day of walking. My leg felt good and I made good progress early on. Today was a day for motorists and pedestrians to stop and talk despite 90% of my time being in the countryside.
Early on a young guy Gary stopped to offer to help carry the cross. He lasted about a minute and soon left me, but not before I outlined the good news of Jesus to him. I had an encouraging chat with Jan outside Sainsburies. Then I met a lovely couple from Cork in Ireland.

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I met several folk who asked if I was the man who was on TV? I had a great chat with a man from Ghent in Belgium although he hadn’t seen me when I passed through his city last year. Another guy stopped and just wanted to bless me with a bottle of water.

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As I arrived in Bath the oppurtunities to talk increased. Right at the end of the day the breakthrough came. People often stop to take photos and this guy John (Joani) from Arad Romania took a picture and wanted to talk. He was here to work and his wife and family were back in Romania. We talked for some time and he was hungry to know about Jesus. Eventually we prayed together and he invited Jesus to be his friend.

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In the picture you can see a man behind him. I had already given him a gospel tract and he stood around to listen to the conversation and was amazed to see us praying together.
Immeadiatly after he asked,”How can a loving father allow his son to die?”
What a great question and the answer is found in John.3:16. Shortly after Victor and I prayed together it was an emotional moment as he received the Saviour.

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Tonight I will be staying with some Christians from St Phillips and St James in Bath. Tomorrow I walk into Bristol. Tonight I am rejoicing in Jesus willingness and power to save.

He gives you rest.

After a challenging 7 days of walking it was good to take a break to allow my aching limbs to recover and to do some running repairs on the cross. I had discovered a second flat tyre which we were able to repair.
Jack and Bev woodward were excellent hosts and I was able to renew my energy in a quiet village surronding.

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I also had oppurtunity to speak at the parish Church St Georges and then in the evening at Queensway Chapel in Melksham.

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The evening was a particularly blessed time of mutual encouragement and I felt particularly refreshed as a result. I was also put in touch with someone in Bath who will be hosting me tonight.
The importance of taking a sabbath rest is particularly noticeble on these missions. God knows how much our bodies and minds can take.
So relaxed and refreshed I press on to complete the journey.

Blessing the nations in rural wiltshire

What a day. Some many encouragements. My achilles tendon was really sore and had throbbed all night keeping me awake. It was injury that I had incurred crosswalking through Poland 13 months ago.
I set off walking gingerly. I had travelled maybe 5 minutes when I met Ian who was on his way to healing on the streets. He stopped his van and got out to pray for me.

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I did feel some improvement and after about an hour of walking I was pain free. I continued on through Wooton Basset toward Lyneham.
My first problem was that my intended route wad blocked because a bridge was being raised to allow the railway line to be electrified. I had to double back to Lyneham where I stopped for lunch.

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I left a tract on the counter when I ordered my meal. Not realising that the owner Amelia was a fellow believer.

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She took advantage of my visit to witness to several of her regular customers. I love it when what I do facilitates others to share Jesus also.
After lunch I pushed on toward Chippenham but could feel my achilles stiffening up again. Just by RAF Lyneham I met Martin, who chatted for a while. He had spoken to Arthur Blessit 20 years ago on Ascension Island in the Atlantic Ocean

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I later encountered two young ladies on a run, One of whom spotted me in Swindon yesterday.

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Finally I had to finish for the day in order to continue the rest of the walk I called it a day 45 minutes early as my ankle could take no more.
As I waited to be collected I met one last family on their way to church. Tiko and his family are from Fiji and based at RAF Lyneham. They gave me an energy drink to bless me on my way.

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I feel like I have walked all around the world.

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Tomorrow I am speaking at St Georges Semington.

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