Boundless - a showcase of our international army
Nicola Poore with friends at the O2 Arena in London.
You only turn 150 once. The Boundless international congress was, therefore, a celebration of epic proportions.
As many as 15,000 Salvationists from around the world descended on London, the birthplace of The Salvation Army, to commemorate its glorious story spanning 150 years. And boy, did we tell our story! Through music, images, film, and drama. Through testimony, poetry, iconography, and choreography. Every possible medium employed to herald the salvation history of God’s Army. Pin-swapping was just a perk!
The vibrant internationalism of the Army flavoured every aspect of the Boundless experience. Transcending differences in culture and language, was a deep spirit connection that affirmed our oneness as brothers and sisters, or comrades-in-arms, in the army of salvation. Whether whispered by an Indonesian bamboo orchestra or blasted by an American brass band, the all-familiar strains of O Boundless Salvation became our rallying anthem; A war cry of sorts.
This five-day international congress was teeming with events, concerts and activities designed to showcase the international Salvation Army. General André Cox and Commissioner Silvia Cox, world leaders of The Salvation Army, featured prominently in much of Boundless. The “I Dream” statements of General Cox formed the basis of the seven main corporate worship sessions held in the O2 Arena.
"The sea of Salvationists gleaming in white, a thousand wide and hundreds deep, proclaiming boundless salvation for all." (Photo by Nicola Poore)
Boundless was unashamedly salvo-centric. Our beloved idiosyncrasies were displayed and embraced as part of who we are – miniature flag-waving to boot! Some would wonder, perhaps even question, whether the investment was worth it. I asked these same questions, but am imprinted by a handful of images that are beyond value. The inconsolably penitent African soldier who pounded the mercy seat while she bellowed the name of Jesus. The Hawaiian luau dancer who carried on worshipping through movement while tears streamed down her face. The sea of Salvationists gleaming in white, a thousand wide and hundreds deep, proclaiming boundless salvation for all. Except for me. I couldn’t sing for the tears.
Nicola Poore
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