The Turning and me
When I first started going to Abingdon to see what was happening there, I found myself on my way to the Salvation Army building near the town centre. I parked up, only to see someone I recognised from a prayer and worship time the night before. She was right there in the car park talking through a sheet of paper with an elderly gentleman. I left her to it and walked into the building across the street ready for a cup of coffee and to be taught how to do The Turning. I later heard from her that she had prayed a prayer to Jesus with the man.