Suddenly everything's different. I'm in brighton for the day (at the New Frontiers conference) and left London early this morning. It was 11 by the time I heard what had happened and then information was filtering through in patches. I was slightly shaken by hearing the list of tube stations bombed. I travelled through most of them this morning or last night.
This morning we prayed for London and then we praised God. Blessed be your name never felt so appropriate. I've just come out of a session where CJ Mahaney preached on Habakkuk. I can't string a coherent sentence together, so Habakkuk will have to say it.
Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD; I will take joy in the God of my salvation. God, the LORD is my strength; he makes my feet like the deer's; he makes me tread on my high places.