I’d been having the same dream for over a month, maybe six or seven times.  God doesn’t often speak to me this way, so I guess he wanted to repeat things to get his point across.  In the dream I’d be standing at the bottom of a hill and there was the Father, right next to me with his arm over my shoulder walking me up this green, grassy hill.  The sky above was blue, no clouds in the sky.  It was an idyllic, slightly cheesy scene.  
 
Over August this year, as I took in a number of wet camping holidays and had a little more time to think and ponder, God started talking to me about new seasons in life and this recurring dream seemed to be a part of it.  As usual though, God seemed to be speaking to me in part.  I have to confess that I was left wondering what this was all about.  And what on earth was over that hill? 
 
Fast forward to the Saturday night of our Home gathering in Southampton.  As the Tribe Drummers from Tulsa, USA were leading us in worship and prayer, I felt the urge to pray.  As I did, there again God placed me in front of the green hill from my dream.  "Would you like to see what’s on the other side?", I sensed him ask.  Without hesitation I said yes.  
 
So in my imagination we took a walk up the green hill with the beautiful sky, his arm around me.  When we reached the brow of the hill, the view stunned me.  There before me was the most enormous refugee camp, brown and dusty.  People and tents filled the foreground and the horizon, squalor everywhere.  I wanted to shout out, "Noooo!!!", but realised it would probably shock the people around me.  As I write this article now I can see this image very clearly: children running, tents and huts, tired faces. It was so stark it moved me to tears.  
 
And then I heard God speak again, sending a chill down my spine.  "It’s time for worship", I felt him say.  In amongst all this squalor and hurt, the voice came again: "This is today's temple, here is the place for worship."
 
Now my thoughts were racing.  "No God, I don’t want to worship you here", I thought to myself. "How can I?  With all this hurt and pain?  It would be obscene."  And then, in God’s gentle and amazing way, I got the point of the dream.  There in the midst of a worship meeting in Southampton, as we went for it in our praises and prayers, there were others coming before His throne too, others in pain, others suffering injustice.  Would I worship Him there too ?  What did all that we were doing at our “Home” gathering mean to the refugee’s, the homeless or the displaced of our world ? 
 
Isaiah prophesied these words to Israel, concerning their worship and it’s connection with justice:  
 
"Is not this the kind of fasting I have choosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke?  is it not to share  your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter - when you see the naked, to clothe him, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?  Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear: then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard.  Then you will call and the Lord will answer; you will cry for help, and he will say: Here I am."
- Isaiah 58:5-9. 
 
One of the major themes of "Home" for me was this one of justice.  During Pete Greig’s opening talk he showed us a film of a prophecy which shared that 24-7 would establish a new arm of activity, committed to social justice.  In conversation, I came across people involved in rescuing children from conscription, individuals tackling people trafficking, those looking to engage with people involved in the sex industry in their neighbourhood.  Over coffee, I plotted and schemed with friends about how we could pray for a cure for HIV/AIDS.  During meals, I found people dreaming of Boiler Rooms amongst Refugee camps and in Prisons. 
 
Should we be surprised that God is speaking to a prayer movement about justice?  Isaiah would say "no", I think.  Maybe it’s inevitable.  
 
But the challenge for me became a deeper one.  You see, I am coming to believe that social justice, caring for the poor and standing for the oppressed is prayer.  Action on behalf of others is becoming part of my devotional life.  
 
And amazingly, each time we come before God in our prayer rooms, he has many others before him in similar prayers - those suffering injustice, those infected with malaria or HIV, those without hope of food for tomorrow.  
 
And he calls us all to this same worship, of prayer and action, of word and deed.