OVER 160,000 people flocked to green fields in Somerset to listen to music and let off steam at the Glastonbury Festival. This year earmarked the 25th anniversary of the Jesus Fellowship Church going to do its alternative Glastonbury thing; to bring the love of Jesus and the Gospel to the festival-goers. This year, however, was tinged with sadness, as Anne, who had looked after the Glastonbury evangelism team in previous years, had passed away. Her daughter took up the mantle and kept an eye on us to make sure that we didn't get into any mischief!

The evangelism team came from various Jesus Fellowship community houses around the UK. All came equipped with the same word about unity and sticking together. We weren't there for the music, we were there to be church and reflect the beauty of what God had called us into as a people. So we set to work, or rather, the lads set to work, erecting tents and sorting out all the stuff we would need for the next five days.

After we set up camp, the lads embarked on a grandiose scheme, to build a castle! It took them all day but at the end we had a castle with turrets and flags! Emblazoned upon this fortress were the words: "Jesus Centre". This became the main attraction of our campsite and a landmark for those trundling past on their way to the various music stages. Each evening, people were drawn to the campsite by the glowing red cross that hung in the Jesus Centre, the fire and the warmth of those who sat around, and many received prayer and blessings.

A couple of days after we had arrived the rain came and with the rain came the mud. "Cheers God" was the headline that screamed from the front page of the festival newspaper.

Stages were damaged as the torrential rain took its toll and the green fields turned into marshland. Folk roamed around, caked in mud, wading through water up to their knees. Wellies became the hottest fashion as people rushed out to purchase them en masse.

One guy wandered into our campsite asking if the rain was God's judgement on the festival and you couldn't help wondering if there was some validity to his question… Later that day, when the rain stopped, a blessing came. Laura appeared, dressed in a tiger suit and was very inquisitive as to what we were up to. She knew something of God but wasn't committed to Him. Some of the team spoke to her and she gave her life to God. Laura hung out with us a lot over the weekend and this culminated in her baptism in a barrel!

An American journalist whose curiosity had got the better of him came over to view the proceedings. "I don't want to be proselytised," he sternly said. As he watched the baptism, he was in awe of what was happening and soon after he was being prayed for! He felt privileged to be part of something so unique and special. I guess when God wants to make a point, He does.

Glastonbury was an interesting place, full of diverse people, odours and noises. Sometimes it was hard to imagine Jesus there but He was. He stirred up life within us and within the many people who came to receive what He had to offer.