When the main thing becomes the main thing...

This morning I had a glimpse of the other side - of what the main thing looks like when people take hold of the main thing.
It had me shuddering for more.
I attended a prayer meeting involving Christian leaders who work among the poor - pastoring urban churches, leading social agencies. It was as if I had been transported into the book of Acts.
There was a 28 year old - a mere kid spiritually speaking - who had intentionally moved into one of Toronto poorest communities to 'mobilize the neighbourhood for Jesus sake'.
Over the past 4 months what has mobilized is a group which meets every morning for prayer. It includes new immigrants from Iran and India and Ethiopia - many of whom came here as Muslims, but are now 'on fire for Jesus'. He admitted that their theology is 'loose' but the stories he told of miraculous healings, visions in the night had me confounded as to why him and not me. Sorry bad confession to be making but it did 'arouse me to envy'...
I'm old enough to realize how complicated life gets and tend to think of faith as equally complex. But then I see people - typically new to the faith - doing 'foolish' things, things which strike me as naive, impulsive and self-defying, with prayer as their only resource, running at complete odds to either fiscal or numerical certainty.
And while I am confounded by the impossibility of it all, they are dancing like kids in the rain! The kingdom of God is flowing and they’re getting drenched!
Help my unbelief Lord.
And squeeze the complex camel I've become through whatever it takes to join them.