Cell tonight was one of the very best – and I led!!!
Not being a teacher (as seven of our ten regular members are!) I always get nervous about leading one of the sessions,and I never prepare anything.
I'm not very confident soemtimes at praying aloud, even less so and introducing and summing up prayers
But I let people talk. We wander around a general theme (tonight, the disciples experience of the ascension of Christ as described in Acts 1) and tonight it seems everyone had insightful anecdotes or personal experiences and situations they wanted to share with us.
We have the difficult juxtaposition of a death in the family, and a pregnancy in the same week; someone considering leaving work, someone out of work looking fo r a job and someone just two weeks into a new job. Rows with siblings, disappointing children etc etc.
A very colourful mixed bag of emotions which we rambled on with for far too long.
Though I say it myself, my concluding prayer pulled everything together in a couple of sentences, offering up to God all our quirks and foibles.
We are a ragged bunch in the cell, and so very typical of the congregation here at St Denys as a whole. Which explains why Trx and I fit in so perfectly!
It seems the whole neighbourhood is full of intelligent, bohemian characters. People with backgrounds and experiences, travel and education. Nonconformists.
Lots of musical people and a huge percentage of teachers, nurses and social workers. People with more spiritual values.
It would I feel be a good environment for a couple I've met in the playground over recent weeks, celebrating the recent birth of a new baby daughter. Their third. His fourth child. he plays in a band but is otherwise unemployed - she's a qualified nanny and pre-school 'teacher'.
She also happens to be the most attractive woman I have met for ages, but that's beside the point ![]()
Must found out names at some point...
He is a German with a love of cricket and an ear for music (especially Krautrock! hurrah) and we meet occasionally by the riverside and have got talking. They belong to a Christian fellowship who meet only once a fortnight and don't seem to be going anywhere, and so they have thought about looking for a new place to worship.
Sometime last summer I remember chatting to her for the first time when someone reversed into her car in the church carpark opposite the school. I was caretaking the church at the time, and took her into the lounge to relax and have the vital cup of tea. As you do.
And not without reason it seems. It will be fun if they do turn up on Sunday - I have never actively 'evangelised' before. We're in the old church again and will be holding the All Age Service there every month from now on.












