I got the Soul Survivor CD today!
As well as a new Jumper, as mum accidently destroyed my old one =)

I love the songs. Its the type of music that transports you instantly back to how you felt then, the excitement, adrenalin, enthusiasm for God. Where Soul Survivor was cut off from the world in a way, because you didnt have to be scared of what was happening outside of it, it was just plain and simple and fun living for a week. There were no unfair rules, and I think the worse part of it was the cold showers.

I had a dream/flashback thingy the other night. I get them alot, alot of the time its how I met someone or something stupid like that. Occasionally its been much much much worse. But anyway. It went over my memories of Soul Survivor this year.

Those of Jasper being a complete grump (though very lovely). How Andrew won his respect by outsmarting him. A couple of things people said that affected me. The tent setting up. Roseannas inability to sleep. Bernards constant state of sleep. Ellie...Ellie being there =D The memories of holiday club. The anticipation of the first service. The first few chords played that just get your heart going. The hands in the air. The words that feel like they came from your heart.

Its beyond cheesy. But I love Soul Survivor.

The bit I was thinking of the most reccently, was where the band werent finished with whatever they were doing. After their set, they'd gone off stage, and obviously were doing something extremely important, because after the speaker had finished, Mike confessed they werent back yet.

Which must have been a little tricky to do. The speaker had been amazing, the atmosphere was respect and reflection. As near to silence as however-many-thousand-people can get to. There had just been a collection.

Now I cant do this tale justice, but if you picture it, you may be able to.

Mike sat down on the steps with his microphone, in the exact mood we were. Respectful. Careful. Open. The camera zoomed in on him.

I dont know if he planned it or not, but what happened was without doubt my favourite moment of my Soul Survivor experience....

He couldnt start the song. But he wanted someone to start Amazing Grace.

Ten thousand people. Singing one song. No music. Just words. Raising them to God.

It was amazing.

Amazing Grace.

So pretty!!