A good friend of mine at college called James used to attend a prophecy clinic once a month at a church called Woodlands. The leaders of the session would spend a couple of hours praying over him and inviting God’s presence to come. I remember one time seeing him in the distance walking from one of these sessions to an evening meeting and every 10 paces or so he stopped on the pavement, raised his hands and stood still to worship Jesus. He was so full of God’s presence it simply overwhelmed him. He was passionate about the presence of God and could not get enough! I wonder what are you passionate about? What gets you out of bed in the morning with a spring in your step? Within St Mark’s fami