EAST COAST ROAD TRIP:
JOINING THE DOTS FOR HEALING ROOMS
Short Write Up:
When Healing Rooms is spreading quickly throughout the world (over 3000 Healing Rooms in over 80 countries in only 15 years), we wondered why there were almost no Healing Rooms along the East Coast of England. The more we wondered, the more stories we heard about Knights’ Templar, Pirates and Saxon Kings; unforgiving principalities whose influences seem to remain over the land. For years Lydia Fellowship International has raised up battle prayer for our east coast; we know this because our Healing Rooms intercessors are linked through leadership to Lydia Fellowship Norfolk, praying for release of the land for God. And we’re sure that many others have been led similarly.
Last summer Healing Rooms Norfolk felt very strongly called to travel and pray for the East Coast from Holy Island to Lowestoft and were commissioned to set out on the Joining-the-Dots Road Trip in their motorhome (unofficially named Dounamis). We went with open hearts and minds and didn’t really know what to expect, but we have frequently prayed for the land in our home county of Norfolk to break strongholds and make way for Heaven, growing confidence from seeing results. We take 2 Chronicles 7:14 very seriously: “if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.”
And so we set off from our home village of Catfield in late July, strengthening ourselves in the Lord by first attending the European Leaders’ Conference in Harrogate and receiving prophetic anointing at Sunderland’s House of Prayer, where a Healing Rooms has been recently set up. From beginning to end, the journey took five weeks and was full of adventure. We took our lead from the Lord, asking Him each morning where He wanted us to go. We learnt to triangulate our path, travelling to the coast, down and back inland. We had no idea where we would spend each night, feeling averse to stay in campsites; after all this was not totally vacation, but mainly work in the field and we wanted to be amongst the locals.
So what did we find? Yes, Holy Island is the site of past Viking invasion, but happily modern-day Norwegians have felt called to write an apology for the atrocities of their ancestors and a written statement of remorse is posted up on the church wall there. And yes, Lincolnshire has many Knight’s Templar buildings and they certainly have an unpleasant feeling of spiritual unhealthiness about them – even dogs fear to tread there. But, there were some surprises. It was tear-jerkingly heart rending to see the social degradation of the Durham coast, still reeling from the Category D measures to change social infrastructure and from the loss of coal mining. Families are stuck in a vicious cycle of unemployment. A local Health Visitor said to us “there is a spirit of poverty here”. East Riding was similar but subtlely different; a local resident told us “nobody cares about Yorkshire”. Resources from the area are sent to other parts of the country without first supplying the locals, leaving them out on a limb; Spurn Point was like a physical demonstration of this isolation. We discovered signs of unnerving practices (possibly new age) at the base of a prehistoric standing stones in Rudston’s church graveyard. Then, when we arrived at the site of Cromwell’s Battle of Winceby, we were acutely aware that the blood of a thousand Royalists, routed in what came to be known as Slash Hollow, was still crying out from the land, just as Abel’s blood cried out to God in Genesis. There were rumours of witches dancing on Oliver’s Mount, near Scarborough, and of a secretive covern in Spalding, not to mention Whitby’s witchcraft store situated next to a shop selling wooden buddhas.
What did we do? If blood cries out from the land, then the blood of the lamb cleanses and heals. At each spot we would ask for revelation, words and prayers of healing. Then we would take communion to the land, sprinkling bread and wine as a powerful symbol of forgivenesss and new beginnings. We also prayed for a number of people to be healed and met with a number of groups who were interested in setting up Healing Rooms in their areas. Our Satnav was a very helpful guide and seemingly had the mind of God, leading us to Stockton’s Baptist Church and a divine appointment with the leaders there. The Satnav also took us rather unexpectedly to Sadberge, Teeside, where we prayed that the town be renamed Gladberge; a sentiment heartily confirmed by the town minister.
And so, we are very aware that this is a start. We are sure that others are praying similarly and that our prayers will break the strongholds and that the Sovereign Lord’s righteousness and praise will spring up along the East Coast. Grief will be turned to beauty and gladness, that displays the Lord’s splendour and faithfulness. Already, a new Healing Room has been set up in Sleaford, since our trip and other Healing Rooms look likely in Hull and Louth. Meanwhile, our motorhome ministry is a first for Healing Rooms and we believe, from prophetic words given to us, that God plans for the increase of motorhome ministry. Come Lord Jesus, Come.
Ruth and Rev Ray Scorey. A more detailed write up follows
The Long Write up:
Sunday 27th July Harrogate
European Leaders’ Conference with Bill Johnson, Kris Valloton and Danny Silk and two thousand delegates. Attended afternoon and evening sessions – Deliverance and Good things.
Monday 28th-Wednesday 30th July Harrogate, Yorkshire
European Leaders’ Conference. We pray for a couple of people in the MH during lunchtimes. CDs bought for sharing. Janice McVeigh prophesies over us: Ray is Fine Wine, Ruth is Oil laced with Gold.
Prophetic artist at the conference paints a peacock with many eyes.
Thursday 31st July Rothbury and Nunnykirk, Northumberland
We decide to have three days holiday in our MH. Ruth weeps at the enormity of what they plan – Where will they sleep? Where will the loo be emptied? Where will they get water? – boo hoo! Our first night in the MH is at a campsite at Nunnykirk, near Rothbury, Northumberland. We are greeted at the gate by a peacock – thank you Lord! We are blessed with a visitation from a woodpecker and the sound of the river. We experience water filling, loo empyting, “brown water” emptying and electric hook up. We don’t understand how to work the fridge. Hot water not forthcoming.
Friday 1st August, Alnwick, Northumberland
We visit Alnwick, following straight rolling roads. We park in a layby with a view of Alnwick Castle, were some of Harry Potter was filmed. We discover that the layby is the favourite haunt of local youth – peaceable but noisy!
Saturday 2nd August, Holy Island, Northumberland
Mainly spent our time at St Mary’s Church. Scroll on wall from Norwegians apologising for Viking invasions. Signs of Freemasonry on the walls… St Cuthbert’s cross is inspiring – like Ruth’s kaleidoscope heaven picture. We bought a wooden sword and spear from the museum, as these fit in with a prophetic picture given to Ray at the last Prophetic School. Lunch overlooking mudflats on Holy Island. Payed 60p for water from the garage pump.
Then we drove down the coast heading towards Sunderland, through Amble, New Biggin by the Sea, Blyth and had tea in MH at Whitley Bay, by the Lighthouse. We find a Sainsbury and discover that they provide free pumped drinking water. Through the Tyne Tunnel (Jarrow to the West), arriving in Sunderland in the dark. Parked in Bethany Church car park. Tried to find the minister, but he’d just left the wedding celebrations that were being held there.
(1) Sunday 3rd August, Sunderland, Seaham, Nose’s Point, Northumberland
This is the starting point of our mission. We arrive at Bethany Church Fellowship only to find that this is not House of Prayer, which is actually Bethsan and next door. Bethsan have no car park and wouldn’t have been able to accommodate us, but the Lord ensured that we were catered for, despite Bethany’s agreement that Bethsan will not use their car park. PTL. Bethsan church service amazing with great worship. We were wonderfully prayed for by a team of six people, who prophesied with a picture of a horse and carriage – a theme which comes up repeatedly when people pray for us. We prophesy over Luke (worship leader) and Tim (pastor), Ken Gott’s sons-in-law. We travel down coast. We break bread and wine over the wall built at Nose’s Point, declaring life and peace; not looking back, but looking forward. Nose’s Point used to be industrial. Now that the industrial ballast has been cleaned up, the cliffs are eroding. There is a great sense of sadness, sad grand-dads. We pass through Houghton-Le-Spring in search of Elaine Hoskin’s former home and actually find it in Sunderland, when we back track and take photos for her. Elaine is a dear friend and she gave £1,000 to Healing Rooms last year. We drive to Durham, where we check out a campsite, which does not inspire us. We decide to park in a layby outside St Cuthbert and St Aidan’s church, having first emptied the loo in the worst public toilet ever to have existed.
(2) Monday 4th August, Durham, Northumberland (centenary beginning WW1)
We could see a stone needle through the trees from where we were parked and, with a prayer picture of a seaman in a sou’wester heading for the coast, Ruth sensed that we needed to triangulate between the coast and inland. We break communion over a WW1 grave, having visited the church of St Cuthbert and St Aidan. We park and walk to the Market Place, where St Nicholas is. Then to the lovely and amazing Durham Cathedral, after warm scones overlooking the west side. We see St Cuthbert’s shrine and St Bede’s burial place. Ruth is inspired by St Cuthbert’s cross and buys a picture of it. We visit depressing (3)Thornley, a place with no hope, having lost its heart, its cinema, its church, its jobs and its allotments, despite the memorial to a VC winner. We left some HR info for Thornley Gospel Hall church there (doesn’t look like it’s thriving). We sowed communion outside the church door. Then on to (4) Wheatley Hill, Peterlee, Horden and (5) Blackhall, missing out Easington (of Billy Elliot fame). These towns need prayer. We felt such terrible sadness along the coast of the colliery towns. We met a health visitor in the sea-front car park and she told us about her feelings about the area, the loss of nobility since coal mining ended and the “Spirit of Poverty” pervading this new generation, on the dole. The Health Visitor lives in Heselden and has seen the changes through her life. There is an air of bitterness regarding Government Category D village measures plus the loss of coal mining. So there is a spiritual vacuum. These people need a fresh supply of God’s favour. We prayed for her and her CREST symptoms being investigated and also for her daughter (twin sister lost aged 6 with meningitis). We find our first really beautiful overnight stay and learn from this – following “Ray’s nose” along blind alley roads. (6) Crimdon beach is soooo beautiful. Coal dust evident and evidence of the existence of the prehistoric forests 7 miles out to sea along this coast. This area used to keep the South warm.
(7) Tuesday 5th August, Crimdon, Northumberland
So beautiful is Crimdon and so much has happened, that we stop two nights here and write up notes. Ruth jogs along the nearly empty beach, where miners used to holiday.
(8) Wednesday 6th August, Crimdon, Hartlepool, Darlington, Thornaby-on-Tees, Teeside
Optimism and hope missing from Colliery towns. Atmosphere of grief. Social loss of livelihood. Hope deferred and the heart sick. Obesity. Ray interceded in the night. Then we drove to (8) Hartlepool and looked over the estuary into Redcar. Visited the Trimcomolee warship (Ray aware of something ghostly in the captain’s quarters). Dropped in a HR letter for the Baptist Church. We popped into wealthy (9) Sedgefield (Tony Blair’s old constituency), where we topped up with more free water at Sainsbury. We prayed for Sainsbury, blessing them for their favour to us and asking that God provide ways JS car parks to be used as possible venues. (10) Darlington next to see David Mach’s brick Mallard steam train sculpture. Sculpture doubles as time capsule and bat cave. (11) Around the corner on the industrial estate, we left HR details with St John of God Hospitallers’ offices (we’d not heard of this group before) and broke communion there. (12) Our Satnav must be Christian, because she was insistent we went to Sadberge, where we broke communion and prayed Sadberge become Gladberge (later confirmed as being very necessary by Rev Andrew Waugh of Stockton Baptist). (13) We headed for White Water Campsite, Thornaby-on-Tees, but found a rather good car park overlooking the Tees instead. It’s sited between Infinity Bridge and the Stockton Barrage. Beautiful sunset. We walk through Durham Uni’s Queen’s campus and over Infinity Bridge in the beauty of night lights and pray for a passerby, a young man, in the middle. He works at Morrisons and is getting married on October 25th to Karen. He expresses anxiety about bridges, his work, the future. He’s a lovely guy and tells us about their mountain hike with difficult young people, to raise money for charity. Ruth uses Facebook to ask if anyone knows of a good place to look over Redcar to pray for it, a prophetic act completing a vision Ruth had in November 2012. Our church secretary suggests Roseberry Topping.
(14) Thursday 7th August, Thornaby-on-Tees, Stockton, Teeside
Ruth jogs around the Tees, crossing the Infinity Bridge and Tees Barrage. She sees sculptures of the twelve apostles on top of the chemical plant. However, there is no actual proof that these sculptures exist. This is a description of what Ruth saw: larger than life statues are positioned on the roof in a line in various walking poses as they head Westward; Jesus is in the middle; The apostles are in three distinct groups of four: four are rushing ahead; four lag behind and four surround Jesus, with the one who loved him looking up into his face. We try to book into White Water Campsite, but decide not to bother because their washing machine isn’t working. This means we have time to play with and head for Stockton town, thinking we’ll look for a launderette. God had other ideas! We dropped in a cheque to Morrisons for the young man we prayed for on the bridge yesterday evening, with a card and money as a treat for ice creams. Then our Satnav decided we should go to Stockton Baptist Tabernacle. We stop for toasted tea cakes at the cafe, only open for another hour, and were served by none other than the minister’s wife, Denise, who only works there once/fornight! She and her husband, Rev Andrew Waugh were also at Harrogate. The TAB is a beautiful building. There is further growth required if HR is to take off there, but Denise mentions beginning Sozo training soon. We pray for Andrew and give him a picture of a pipe unblocking and not to worry about the blood clot that pops out, allowing the water to flow. Some pain is often necessary for growth. Also, we had a picture of a hoist in the road, used to change streetlight bulbs, signifying that there was a need to raise up something to switch things on eg kids praying for healing. HR info supplied including Cal Pierce’s book. Bought stuff from their lovely Christian book shop. A great encouragement and a divine appointment, such that Ray feels tears of amazement at God’s provision of yet another Divine Appointment. They pointed us in the direction of (15) Coulby Newham Baptist Church, where Steve Sutton is the minister. We found one of the elders scraping off burnt paint from the previous night’s arson attack (the first in two years, he said). However, the impression of the church was of one under seige, with steel bars around its perimeter and black barbs and barbed wire around the gutter area. We sowed communion there and prayed that the railings and barbs would come down and that the church would become a beacon of light to the local community and that the hearts of the arsonists be set on fire for God. We gave them a copy of Cal’s book and information about Costa Coffee HR. (16) Photographed Ormesby sign, because we were charmed by the twin of our own church’s village. (17) Journeyed through Great Ayton, home of James Cook. (18) Then “Ray’s nose” found a brilliant car park between the path to Roseberry Topping and the mount with Cook’s monument, where we stayed the night. However, beforehand, Ray and I actually managed to pray over Redcar at Little Roseberry Gate – a steep three-mile walk. Sense of the people of Redcar as orphans and Matt 23:37-39 seemed appropriate. Ray also sowed communion into the ground, to change the atmosphere as people walk.
Friday 8th August 2014,Redcar, Saltburn, Leilholm, North Yorkshire
We wake to sheep bleating either side of the MH, hills one side and forest the other. Ruth jogs up the hill to take more photos of North Yorkshire from the North York Moors, looking over Middlesborough, while Ray sang his head off in the valley. The loo dictated that we find a campsite that night. (19) To Redcar, which looks rejuvenated recently. (20) Saltburn – Motorhome heaven, with twelve-fourteen of them parked along the promenade. The town looked down at heal and not the heavenly city that Christian philanthropist Pease dreamed of, despite its roads name after precious stones. We travelled down to the very windy pier via the victorian water-pump run lift. (21) Then on to overnight at Wild Slack Farm campsite, because Hurricane Bertha was sweeping across the UK from the South. We booked to stay on a CL campsite in Lealholm, care of farmer Martin Foord and wife Andrea. We arrived in heavy rain and camped on a hill, beside the ravine down to the River Esk, with a view of the moors on the other side. We notice a commemorative stone to Joanna 1981-2000 “There will still be wind in the trees”. We empty the loo and plan to do our washing the following day.
Saturday 9th August 2014, Leilholm
Three hours of laundry. Very windy but dry day. The farmer and campsite owner tells us about how Joanna, his daughter, died aged nineteen, suddenly and at York uni. Possibly epileptic fit in the night, but no history of epilepsy. The same winter, 50 of his cattle had to be slaughtered because of foot and mouth. He also mentioned other locals having experienced early deaths. Ray feels they may have lost another baby too and senses a spirit of fear, which we pray over later. We visit Leilholm’s grocer, post office, garage, tea shop and ice cream shop, walking up the steep hill to return home. We have real sausages with leak for tea – progeny of the farm pigs. Ray is uncomfortable about something deathly at the site and wonders if people have been thrown into the ravine in the past, as it has an uncomfortable spiritual feel about it.
Sunday 10th August 2014, Leilholm, Whitby
Ruth has her first hot shower since 31st July! Ruth feels very strongly she needs to learn Isaiah 61 – a pivotal scripture for her. We leave the farm, buying pork burgers for tea. At the farm entrance, we listen to worship in the MH in the pouring rain and we pray for the land, as puddle ducks paddle happily by. See notes in Ray’s journal. (22) We arrived at Whitby promenade in very heavy rain, causing the regatta to be a wash out. We wondered about leaving the town altogether, but Ruth was very keen to see the fisherman’s cottage in which she’d stayed in 1988, when on holiday with her family. We discovered that the Cook Museum was open and drove down to the town and found not only a space in a car park (remember this is a large motorhome in a town renowned for difficult parking – thank you Lord!), but someone gave us his ticket and then we were later able to move right up to the quay wall to overlook the replica of the Endeavour. Thoroughly enjoyed Cook Museum. Seeing the wiggly route that Cook had to adapt to felt a bit familiar and very close to home to us. Wrote all our postcards in the MH and then the Red Arrows flew over and amazed us with a twenty-minute breathtaking display. God is so good. The rain finally stopped around 7pm and we sowed communion on the entrance steps of Spiritual Connections witchcraft shop and Woodstock shop with wooden buddhas for sale. Change the atmosphere Lord. Then on to (23) Robin Hood’s Bay in the dark, knowing that God would provide us a car park space for the night and He did! Right next to a blackberry bush – Ray’s favourite fruit. We are learning more about trusting God to direct us to places and spaces and people He’s chosen for us to see on this mission.
Monday 11th August 2014, Robin Hood’s Bay, Scarborough, North Yorkshire
We awoke to a glorious view of the bay. Ruth jogged down into the town and onto the beach and we later thoroughly enjoyed pottering around the little streets, so reminiscent of a Euorpean village. Ruth has stomach ache. We dropped in HR info to St Stephen’s C/E church, where there were lots of secular 2nd hand books for sale. The church was without a minister and the building felt very cold – Ruth couldn’t bear it. Church building design has some Knight’s Templar design features eg round tower at East end. However, Archbishop John Sentamu will be taking a service there in September. Ray wrote “come Holy Spirit” on a prayer letter and placed it under the alter cloth. (24) On the route to Scarborough, near Staintondale, along the coast, we stopped at “The Healing touch” alternative therapies centre and anointed the entrance with communion. (25) We stopped for an ice cream in Scarborough, North beach, and tried to make contact with the leader of Churches Together there. South beach extremely busy with holiday makers, reminiscent of Yarmouth. We left and headed for (26) Filey, a beautiful seaside town with landscaped gardens and impressive victorian buildings. We parked right on the end of Brookland Street, with our rear window overlooking the sea, Filey Brigg to the north and white chalk Bempton Cliffs to the south. No-one could book a holiday as good as this! Ruth very tired and beginning to think that a visit to York the next day not a good idea, as so far to go. Ruth knows Archbishop John Sentamu from his vicar days at Holy Trinity, Brixton Hill and had hoped to tell him all about Joining the Dots for Healing Rooms. We go for a walk in the evening. Ray is aware that we are doing SAS style work for the Lord. Ruth senses a sad “I want to go home” spirit outside a care home. Ruth gets terrible back ache and gastritis pains. Ray senses spiritual attack. Ray notices a Christian Book Shop and we plan to return the next day. Ruth particularly wants to buy John Oxtoby’s biography of how revival came and stayed at Filey until 1920’s. The spiritual atmosphere here seems to burden us and we need to pray.
Tuesday 12th August 2014, Filey, North Yorkshire
Ruth checks her emails and realises that she has not read the one from Archbishop John Sentamu’s secretary, explaining that he is away all August. This is a relief. When Ruth realises that they are parked outside York House, this seems sufficient enough where York is concerned. We agree to stay in Filey for another night. Ruth spends the morning in Charlotte’s tea shop writing up notes of the Harrogate Conference and Ray potters around the shops. We return to the Christian Bookshop and have a blessed time with the owner, Carol, who runs it and keeps it afloat with her husband. We talked alot and prayed alot. She tells us that witches dance on Oliver’s Mount and we plan to return to pray there. Her church is St John’s, West Avenue, run by Andrew and Hazel Allington. Andrew keeps getting ill. Carol also told us about St Oswald’s being built on top of a witches’ covern and we plan to pray there too. Also, Alaric Hunt (prophet) advises that we pray for the town’s gateways (three in number: Scarborough, York and Bridlington), as well as the most Easterly point (which turns out to be St Oswald’s). Ruth is reading John Oxtoby’s biography.
Wednesday 13th August 2014, Filey, North Yorkshire
Ruth writes up blog on HR website in an internet cafe. Ray drops in HR info and book plus a gift in the form a cheque for Carol and her husband John to have a meal out together. They are spiritual parents in the town and carry authority and encouragement. We also pray for St John’s before leaving the town to pray for the gateways and St Oswald’s – see Ray’s notes. We sow communion into the ground at (27) Oliver’s Mount (named after Oliver Cromwell). Great view over Scarborough. On the way back, we completed Filey’s third gateway (Bridlington) and a beautiful rainbow overhead confirmed that we had done the job that God wanted us to do. We drive on to East Riding, passing unappealing little villages, which felt “under the weather” in comparison to previous stretches of coast. We overnight at (28) Flamborough Head, staying in the Lighthouse car park which doesn’t mention motorhomes (only no camping, no caravans and no trailers). Ray very aware of the lives saved by the Lighthouse, as well as the many locals who were lost at sea.
Thursday 14th August 2014, Flamborough Head, Rudston, Sledmere, East Riding
We pray and sow communion into the ground before leaving. The kind car park attendant lets us off “camping” for the night. We drove to Bridlington and saw the Golden Coast, but felt led to turn inland. And so we come to (29) Rudston, where stands the tallest stone monolith in the country. It feels really weird, standing in the middle of a church graveyard. Eerie. We feel the stone needs “converting” (weird but that’s what we felt the spirit saying) and so pray for that. Even the rocks and stones cry out in the presence of our Saviour. Ray finds newborn hospital identity bracelets and plastic umbilical cord clamps buried at the foot of the stone and we pray for this. We pray in comfort and against a spirit of grief and despair. We break off every hex, spell, curse, negative prayer and assignment. Onwards to (30) the jingoistic war memorial at Sledmere, which the Lord directed us to twice until we realised that needed to be our focus. The carvings are Eygptian in nature and feature Germans with gnashing teeth plus sad and angry poems. Very unforgiving. We sowed communion onto the steps and prayed for no more gnashing and for the tree of life to grow forgiveness into the community. We stopped at (31) Driffield where Ray felt there was something about children. HR info left at All Saints church. We overnight at a campsite near (32) Skipsea where we topped up and sorted the loo.
Friday 15th August 2014, Skipsea and Beverley, East Riding.
Ray not impressed with the shower situation (old carpets on the floor instead of bath mat). He has an upset stomach. We drive through Hornsea and then head for (33) Beverley. Who’d have thought that Beverley would have a most beautiful minster built to St John the healer of Beverley. Because he did miracles and healed many, he was dropped as a Saint at the time of the reformation, by the Church of England (despite this minster being C of E). We plan to write to Archbishop John Sentamu about this. The site of St John’s burial place is visited by many pilgrims from all over the world. We are just in time for the Roof Tour at 2.15pm, which takes us up 113 steps to view the original oak trunks supporting the roof and the mansize treadmill that lifts the Nave ceiling rose to expose the 3D effect tiles below and the organ. Hand-etched glass, hidden at such a height, reflected personal passions and lines of generations of glaziers. We love the Minster Shop. We pray with Anne and Joan, who help run it and have a lovely spirit about them. We connect with them and give them details of HR to give to their minister. Joan tells the story of how her 38 year-old daughter died suddenly and unexpectedly in her bed for no known reason. This is the second story of this kind of episode. We head down the coast to find a spot for the night, passing through Aldbrough, Hilston, Tunstall, Withernsea (“Jesus is Lord” banner hung prominently on a house) and finally found a country road by a cliff edge near (34) Holmpton, with warning signs regarding cliff fall. But the view is fantastic! Heavily armed MOD police checked us out from a distance, as there’s a gas terminal nearby. We realise that Ruth has left a scarf behind at Beverley Minster Gift Shop and that we need to return.
Saturday 16th August 2014, Holmpton, Beverley, Hull, East Riding
A Holmpton local, walking his dogs, talks with Ray and says “who cares about Yorkshire? London doesn’t.” This is another place where livelihoods have been taken and where hope is low. House prices are at rock bottom and there are no jobs. Before returning to Beverley, we drive to Spurn Point, which feels incredibly bereft despite the nature reserve. The estuary is wide and the coast full of industrial smoking chimneys. At (35) Welwick, we stop at the Greenwich Meridian west-east centre line and break communion there, praying for God’s compassion to fall on all people along that line. Psalm 103. The day thou gavest came to mind. Be always aware of the bigger picture. Four doves came down, indicating the four corners of the earth. (36) We return to Beverley. Ruth feels there are two spiritual monoliths there that need to be prayed for. One seems to be rigidity and the other ? unbelief. The candles had been taken away, so Ruth got two they’d acquired from Holy Island and lit these, using a small taper accidentally dropped on the floor by the virger. We prayed for healing to come again to Beverley. The Lord said to Ray “I am the Lord that heals you”. Then on to (37) Hull. We had been put in touch with Rev Rich Phillips, but had had no answer to our phone message. So, we just turned up and knocked on the door! We would never have gone if Rich had phoned us back and told us they all had a stomach bug. However, we had a wonderful time, praying and prophesying over them. Ruth prays Isaiah 61 over them both, especially the double portion bit, which she’s been learning that day. Rich has just been made vicar at St Aidan’s, having been curate there. He knows all comes from intimacy with Christ and both he and wife Ali have hearts for healing. Rich has had viral meningitis this year and has felt under attack. We overnight in their small church car park.
Sunday 17th August 2014, Hull, East Riding
We attend the service at St Aidans. Laura, their Eden worker, preaches wonderfully on Joy as a fruit of the spirit. We prayed for June in a wheelchair with CP, her husband Terry with a back problem and June’s mother Margaret with RA. We drop in HR book and info and pray for the Preston Road Estate, where sits the very impressive John Sentamu Academy. (News item re school advisor indulging in child pornography). We cross the Humber Suspension Bridge, a huge and impressive structure, into Lincolnshire (or Humberside) and head for (38) Healing, where we overnight in the graveyard of an abandoned but beautiful C of E church – slightly unsettling. We wonder who lives in a town called Healing.
Monday 18th August 2014, Healing, Grimsby, Cleethorpes, North Cotes, Lincolnshire
Ruth jogs through Healing, praying that Healing receive its healing. The village seems well to do. We drive through (39) Grimsby which is very industrial and sparse in places, with every shop near the docks locked down with metal shutters and prostitution evident. There’s a feeling of insecurity and seige. We try to get to the cathedral, but no roads seem to lead up to it. Martin, one of our HR team, had asked us to pray for the future Bishop of Grimsby. Ray spoke to his wife by phone. We decided to send them details of HR plus a card to bless them. They will live in Market Rasen. Then Cleethorpes, from where you can see Spurn Point. Cleethorpes is like Southend, but they don’t want Motorhomes… So we had to find somewhere else to sleep and, trusting God, ventured deep into the countryside beyond. Eventually, with the setting sun, we stumbled across a sign to New Tribes Mission (which filled us with hope) and then we arrived at the gates to of an ex RAF base, which looked corporate with signs saying CCTV cameras were in operation. There was no-one about. This was (40) North Cotes. Because the gates were not closed, we went in. Ray got out and waved at a man just about to close his curtains. They invited us in for decaf and we learned all about New Tribes Mission from Rachel and Jonathan Woolcock. They let us stay overnight in their car park. We bought two copies of Rachel’s book An (extra) ordinary life. We talked a little about healing, but their mission is more evangelistic in nature. They felt that tribal animism would confuse potential converts. They tell us that they attend Grimsby Baptist, which has good teaching by the minister there. We will visit and pray.
Tuesday 19th August 2014, North Cotes, Louth, Lincolnshire
Ray wakes repeating Bill Johnson’s statement that “courageous entry brings a wealth of fruitfulness”. Ruth receives a word about how rainbows have been following us along the way – God keeps his promises forever. We drive back to (41) Grimsby to drop by HR info into the church for minister Graham Culver, mentioning that we’d met Rachel and Jonathan. Very neat church grounds. We break communion there. We find Clive Jackson’s mobile telephone number by an act of determination and God’s leading. Paul Clift had told us that Clive was interested in setting up HR in (42) Louth. Amazingly, Clive is off sick and at home and is willing to see us (bit of a theme this one). Clive is very enthusiastic about HR. He has worked previously with Andrew Pearkes. He is related to Gypsy Smith and his mother was a spiritualist. He tells the most amazing story of his and his sister’s conversions and how God protected them from the evil brought into the house by their mother’s spiritual practices. He is a nurse and married to Amanda. He’s already been a minister in a Pentecostal set up and is currently attending a C of E church, where he has been given a slot to speak about healing in March 2015. We prophesy over him. We briefly meet his wife and brother in law. We travel through Mablethorpe and Sutton-on-Sea before stopping at (43) Huttoft Beach. Thanks to another MH couple, we gain confidence to drive up onto the terrace car park overlooking the beach and have supper overlooking the amazing view. We are not allowed to camp there overnight, so park overnight just outside by a golf course, planning to return in the morning.
Wednesday 20th August 2014, Huttoft, Lincolnshire
What a beautiful sunny morning at Huttoft Beach! Truly blessed. More favour. We’ve run out of water and so wash up in the sea, which is fun. We catch up with housekeeping and admin. Then off to (44) Chapel-St-Leonards to see Auntie Olive, 95-year-old sister of Ray’s dad and a JW, though she quite plainly loves the Lord. We find a camping shop there and buy more gas for the MH (we have worked out how to use the fridge!). Then park outside a laundrette on the outskirts of (45) Skegness and sort our two lots of washing. We have fish n chips outside St Paul’s Baptist Church. We head for (46) Gibraltar Point, which we have never heard of before. It is in the middle of nowhere and a nature reserve. We arrive at the car park to discover a closed visitor’s centre, because it had been flooded in December’s storm surge. The notices say no camping or caravaning and the gates are supposed to be locked by sundown. However, Ray, in his inimitable fashion, approaches a young man as he walks across the car park and he just happens to be a ranger there. Ray bemoans the fact that we’re not allowed to stay the night and the warden says “no, sorry. But nobody checks!” So we stayed. We can see a headland from the car park and ask the young man what it is. He says, “that’s North Norfolk” and we are amazed that we are looking over The Wash into our home county.
Thursday 21st August 2014, Gibraltar Point, Skegness, Well and Winceby Lincolnshire.
Ruth jogs over the salt marshes to the beach and returns to tell Ray that they should both go down later that morning. We do. It is amazingly beautiful, if windy and chilly. The Wash acts as an international airport for birds and it provides a great feast for them, as evidenced by the multitude of oyster, razor, clam and winkle shells littering the sands. It is an enchanting place with a sound of silence. A white dove visited us there and helps us to think God’s favour has taken us to so many amazing places on this journey. (47) We return to St Paul’s Baptist, Skegness, leaving HR info and breaking communion there. Then, having been to Healing, we thought we’d like to go to (48) Well. Ray states that if there’s a church there, we will pray there. When we arrive, the place is very small and there is no obvious church in sight. However, there is a sign up advertising Sunday’s service. We start to look for the church and a friendly villager runs out to help us, directing us to the church via a cow field and doubting if we’ll get the MH through the tiny roads. That’s always a challenge Ray likes to take up, so off we went. Across the cattle grid, through the cow field that looks as though it was once a deer park, round a tight bend and into the grounds of a large country house with a man-made lake beside it. The owner, Ann White, tells us to keep going, through the next cow field and to remember to shut the gate, because there’s a bull in with the cows. Charming! Off we go again and up a very steep hill and a narrowing road and finally we cross grassland to the small church of St Margaret’s, fronted with a four-pillar portico. Although it is locked, we can see the box pews through the windows. It looks unchanged since it was built in 1733 (though it’s position has been moved since it was built). We left HR info and sowed communion. On our way back, we met the owner Malcolm White, related to General Booth’s first lady in the Salvation Army. We prayed for him. It’s nearly their 50th wedding anniversary and the family are coming to stay. They both taught at Maypole House when it was a private school, but now own the building and live in a flat there. The school itself was bought by someone else and moved to Horncastle, where it folded after the head was prosecuted for child pornopraghy. Malcolm and Ann are part of the Rotary Club and have previously brought Tottenham kids to Lincolnshire for holidays to see the sea and countryside for the first time in their lives. We headed for a 1643 battle ground site at (49) Winceby, outside Horncastle. We found the plaque and read all about Oliver Cromwell’s victory there, routing 1000 men in half-an-hour. The Royalists were killed in Slash Hollow as they attempted to escape. Horrible. Ruth is 53 and related to Oliver Cromwell via the Fleetwoods. There have been 371 years since the battle, which is 53 x 7. The Biblical seven years is a shemitah; on the seventh day the land rested and debts are cancelled. We sowed communion there, shedding Christ’s blood to atone for all the blood shed there previously. It felt immense; for such a time as this. We park in a layby at the top of the hill, where poppies flower in the field beside us and we look into the beautiful Lincolnshire countryside outside Horncastle. We sleep there overnight – our third and best layby.
Friday 22nd August, Winceby, Coningsby, Temple Bruer, Lincolnshire
Ray visited Coningsby Battle of Britain Memorial Flight Museum, housing Spitfires, Hurricanes, Dakotas and Lancasters, plus other various exhibits. Ray remembers that his uncle was shot down in a Lancaster over Germany. He was only seventeen. Ruth buys things from the gift shop there and reads John Bevere’s The Bait of Satan instead. Ruth continues to learn Isaiah 61 and realises that brokenness is a requirement for comforting those who are broken. We pop into (50) Martin and take a picture of the signpost for Martin, HR team member. Then to (51) Temple Bruer, to break Knights Templar connections to the land. Our chief intercessor has told us that Lydia intercessors could never set up any groups down the East Coast because of KT influence. We cannot judge what happened to the Knights Templar, but we can sense that the land has been contaminated with wrongdoing of some kind, be it the KT themselves for their eventual richness and power or those who condemned them to death on seemingly trumped up charges. The tower is all that remains of the original church. The library book on the Knight’s Templar suggests that Lincoln’s monks lived out the rest of their days here, after their trial. There is some evidence that bodies were found holed up in the walls and Simon Brighton, the author of In Search of the Knights Templar tells the story of his friend’s dog refusing to enter the tower, yelping for them to come out whenever they went in. There are a number of KT sites near the coast in Lincolnshire. We broke communion inside the building and prayed that the stones themselves would be free to worship God. We prayed joy into the place. Then to (52) Lincoln, where we haved booked The Hilton Saturday and Sunday for our wedding anniversary. We turn into Minster Yard and a car parking place opens up immediately. We are allowed to stay until 10am the next morning. In Minster Yard a Georgia lookalike (Georgia is Ruth’s younger daughter aged 24yrs) asks Ruth the way to the Lion and Snake pub – her phone has run out of battery. A weird meeting and an unsettling pub name. We visit the Cathedral between 7-8pm. Ruth discovers that Jews had been killed after wrongly being accused of killing Little Hugh in the middle ages and there is a plaque asking us to pray against all racism. They are celebrating the labyrinth, which Clive Jackson assures us is simply a tool for prayer. The steward assures us that the cathedral bells do not sound overnight, since Tom Hanks complained while filming the Da Vinci Code(!). We go to sleep with the view of the cathedral towers through the sky light – magical and God’s favour again.
Saturday 23rd August, Lincoln, Lincolnshire
We meet Jeff and Liz (dear friends and Ray’s best man and a prophet), who buy us lunch at Fayre and Square – lovely minted lamb chops. Thank you! We catch up on all the news and pray and prophesy at the table. Then to (53) Sleaford to meet Chris and Linda Bennett, who are all ready for setting up HR there. What a lovely couple. We have a great time, prophesying over one another, especially Isaiah 61. Linda is from one of the USA southern states. They met on Twitter. Sadly and surprisingly, the night at the Hilton is poor. The hotel cannot accommodate our MH as promised, the room is dirty and light fittings are broken, the window doesn’t open and the room is stuffy. Ray feels spiritually uncomfy there and had had bad feelings about the place before we even arrived. In the night, Georgia phones to say she thinks she’s broken her ankle and her phone has run out of battery (remember the girl at Lincoln cathedral…). I do not think the ankle is broken but I don’t sleep much. Ruth does, however, enjoy a hot bath and shower and enjoys the large double bed and a bit of TV.
Sunday 24th August 2014, Lincoln, Lincolnshire
A text at 5am reveals that Georgia is in Plaster of Paris but they could not see a fracture on xray. Repeat xray next week, when the plaster either stays or goes, just before Georgia flies on holiday to Mallorca. Ray feels oppressed on waking and Ruth is tired. Ray sows communion onto the carpet. We complain about our room to the hotel staff but they don’t come up with any satisfactory answers and we decide to find another hotel. We walk through beautiful Lincoln, starting at the Wharf and pottering through the little streets that lead to The Strait and Steep Hill up to the cathedral. Ray finds two nice jumpers to buy in a wool shop and happens to ask the shop assistant if she knows of any hotels. She suggests the White Hart at the top of the hill. When we get there, it is in the same street as the Lion and Snake pub! And they have just one room left. We take it. Much better than the Hilton and we have a superb meal in The Grille restaurant, attached to the hotel. We swap anniversary gifts and are very happy. God’s favour again.
Bank Holiday Monday 25th August 2014, Lincoln, Lincolnshire
Back to Lincoln Cathedral in the morning. Ray broke communion in the chapter house where the Knights’ Templar were tried in 1308. Ruth and Ray visit the Gift shop which is disappointingly full of imps, gargoyles and tree spirit gifts; so different to Beverley Minster. We will write to let them know of our disappointment at the spiritual unease we felt there. Then to (54) the Wellhead and HR at Bourne with Janice and Norman Paskin. The Wellhead and HR are amazing. We prophesy over one another. Isaiah 61 is definitely for them! We tell them about Lincoln and Temple Bruer and they mention that a couple of ladies in their HR are aware of KT influence. They will discuss with their team and see what they can do about other KT sites in their area. This is a relief and an answer to prayer. We gave them a gift (someone put an envelope of money through our letter box for the trip) and a copy of Rachel Wilcock’s for their shelves. Janice is writing a book about how the Wellhead was born. And so to (55) Spalding where Ray feels there’s a witchcraft influence. We sup at Ye Olde White Horse pub and overnight in their car park, resisting the canalside in heavy rain and potentially heavy traffic the next morning.
Tuesday 26th August 2014, Spalding, Lincolnshire and West Lynn, Norfolk
Ruth finds reference to a Tarot Shop online but there is no specific address, just a couple of Road names: Hawthorn Bank and Cowbit. The church nearest to Hawthorn Bank is St John The Baptist C of E and Ray drops a note in to the vicar with info of HR, including the book plus a note regarding possible witchcraft in the area. We broke communion there. On to (56) Long Sutton to drop in Cal Pierce’s book on HR to Chris Kelly, part of Bourne HR, and who’s minister is interested in the healing ministry. On towards Kings Lynn, travelling through the little villages by The Wash. We arrive in the evening at (57) West Lynn, by the Great Ouse. This is where we park overnight, waking to a great view of the river and blackberry bush.
Wednesday 27th August 2014, Kings Lynn, Fakenham, Norfolk
The next morning we are amazed to be only a minute-and-a-half away from (58) Kings Lynn Baptist, where Ray has enquired about using the building for regional HR meetings. There is a children’s holiday club going on when we get there and we are shown around by Jan, who introduces us to her husband David. Jan is lovely and very open and has worked at Norwich Pregnancy Crisis which was based at Fishergate, and where we have set up Norwich HR. Ray and Ruth both feel led to prophesy over David. There’s more to come – lots more and Ray thinks ministry is on the cards for David. We leave all the HR info for the minister. Then to (59) Fakenham for lunch. We break communion at the Baptist church, with its unkempt gardens. It was a thriving church, but is now in difficulty it now seems. Prayed for new life there. Then to (60) Dereham, where we are nudged by the Spirit to stop at Quebec Hall Christian residential home and speak to Mark, the manager, who attends Dereham Baptist. There is some pain there regarding the split in the church. HR info and book left with him. We prophesy over him – picture of a rabbit and an open gate on the wall – multiplication and open doors. Then (61) Cringleford services to meet with Esther, Ray’s daughter-in-law. Much talk, prayer and prophecy regarding Esther’s destiny and that of Ray’s son. It’s late and we need to set off for Lowestoft. We park in our fourth, and we discover our worst, layby just outside (62) Beccles. It’s quite quiet when we go to sleep.
Thursday 28th August 2014, Beccles, Norfolk and Lowestoft, Suffolk
We awoke feeling as though we were parked on the central reservation of the M1! Horrible! So, in our pyjamas, we set off for (63) Lowestoft and found an empty car park at the south end, overlooking the sea at 8am. We were given free parking by the kind attendant – God’s favour again. It was very windy and wet, but as the day progressed it became glorious. We broke communion at the Norfolk and Suffolk Yacht Club, because one of our team prayerfully directed us to this particular building. In fact, it has Masonic emblems outside it and stands at the entry point to the town. We visited an art gallery and tea shop, where they’d discovered a sea water well for Victorian slipper baths. We couldn’t help thinking of HR and re-opening the wells of healing. We started writing up our journey and, as the evening light faded, we broke communion at the flagpole by the Thatch restaurant, praying that every knee should bow at Jesus’ name, calling into being a day when it would not seem unusual or offensive to see a banner of the Lord flying over the promenade. So, our mission completed? Or only just started. We’ve joined up lots of dots and it’s been a journey of a lifeline. Then home! Halleluia! Thank you Lord! Once home, we discover that we quite miss being on the road.