Saturday, January 24
Breakfast is an hour later on the weekends - it’s nice to be able to stay up a bit later. Every Saturday there’s a shopping trip to Crawley, so we got to tool around Crawley and a giant Wal-Mart like store called ASDA (oddly enough, ASDA is affiliated with Wal-Mart. You just can’t escape it, can you?). I did my best to resist buying cakes and doughnuts while I was out, and managed to keep from spending money on much needed sweets.
The guys had gone to town separately from the girls and they ended up staying out and getting a cab back, so the girls snuggled together in the Underground to watch the newest version of Pride and Prejudice, sigh over the romance, and giggle at the idea of going to Brighton to follow the regiment and elope like Elizabeth Bennett’s little sister.
A bunch of us decided to have a worship session in the evening once the guys got back from the movie theatre. Once again we gathered in the Underground. Shea and Vetle lead by playing guitar. Whenever we felt led, we’d suggest a new song, talk about whatever we felt God was telling us at the moment, read scripture, pray, share testimonies…
The guys had gone to town separately from the girls and they ended up staying out and getting a cab back, so the girls snuggled together in the Underground to watch the newest version of Pride and Prejudice, sigh over the romance, and giggle at the idea of going to Brighton to follow the regiment and elope like Elizabeth Bennett’s little sister.
A bunch of us decided to have a worship session in the evening once the guys got back from the movie theatre. Once again we gathered in the Underground. Shea and Vetle lead by playing guitar. Whenever we felt led, we’d suggest a new song, talk about whatever we felt God was telling us at the moment, read scripture, pray, share testimonies…
Photos: Saturday, January 24
Sunday, January 25
This week I went to a mobile church called The Point. The worship was fun - mosh pit style. There wasn’t a sermon this morning; instead a leader of a street ministry in Ireland called Healing On The Streets got up and told us a bit about his ministry. Quite a few people who had gone on a street outreach of the same sort went up to give their testimonies of what they’d seen, then at the end everyone who was ill or hurt was told they could come to the front so they could be prayed over. I don’t know quite what to think of all that; supposedly several people with one leg longer than the other were healed of back pain and even had their shorter leg grow after the prayers, but none of us could see the change that many in the group were gasping about, so I dunno…
On the drive back the minibus stalled, but luckily we were able to get it to take us home. Unfortunately, it stalled right at the start of the driveway, so I and 6 or 7 other girls got out and pushed - all the way to the house, which has got to be almost a quarter mile. Uphill. In the rain. We were pretty proud of ourselves after that.
After lunch 18 of the students, DTS staff, and other Holmsted staff piled into cars and went down the road to a slightly less bog-like football pitch (I’m picking up the lingo). We played football for a couple of hours in the drizzle - of course there are the hard-core players and the amateurs like me, but we all have fun. I scored on a penalty kick and got to made the winning goal by kicking the ball through the goalie’s legs after the ball was sent my way as a result of a rather spectacular turnover at the other end of the field.
After dinner a bunch of us walked the 20 minutes to the pub, and I regret to say that I neglected to take my camera so I don’t have any pictures, but this pub is the nicest little place - it’s an old stone house with several of the front rooms made for public use. One of the two main rooms is lower than the other, and there are stairs and a bar bridging the two. Each room has an old brick hearth with a wood fire lit, low ceilings, red velvet upholstered benches and worn wooden chairs. I’ll take lots of pictures the next time we go.
On the drive back the minibus stalled, but luckily we were able to get it to take us home. Unfortunately, it stalled right at the start of the driveway, so I and 6 or 7 other girls got out and pushed - all the way to the house, which has got to be almost a quarter mile. Uphill. In the rain. We were pretty proud of ourselves after that.
After lunch 18 of the students, DTS staff, and other Holmsted staff piled into cars and went down the road to a slightly less bog-like football pitch (I’m picking up the lingo). We played football for a couple of hours in the drizzle - of course there are the hard-core players and the amateurs like me, but we all have fun. I scored on a penalty kick and got to made the winning goal by kicking the ball through the goalie’s legs after the ball was sent my way as a result of a rather spectacular turnover at the other end of the field.
After dinner a bunch of us walked the 20 minutes to the pub, and I regret to say that I neglected to take my camera so I don’t have any pictures, but this pub is the nicest little place - it’s an old stone house with several of the front rooms made for public use. One of the two main rooms is lower than the other, and there are stairs and a bar bridging the two. Each room has an old brick hearth with a wood fire lit, low ceilings, red velvet upholstered benches and worn wooden chairs. I’ll take lots of pictures the next time we go.
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