The guy who asked me whether I could supply him some hash got a bit of a shock when I explained that I was a Baptist minister. He was looking after a market stall in Peterborough and gagging for some pot.
I said to him that instead he needed ‘Shalom.’ Being from Israel and he explained that he was brought up a Jew he knew what I meant and said, ‘if I had that I wouldn’t need any hash.’ ‘Right,’ I said, I’m going to give you some and leaned over the stall and prayed for Shalom peace for him. He looked so chuffed and we both burst into laughter. The presence of God was tangible and I felt Jesus right there at the stall. So good.