my weekend
First let me deal with Geoff's ignorant comment, "how come I didn't get to sing with the oldies on Sunday". To be kind 'never' and I will keep other thoughts about the geriatric timewasters to myself.
I had some highlights over the weekend.
Friday night Shirley and I went to the first night of Franklin Graham, two of a small crowd. It was a good amount of 'hype', but I was disppointed with Franklins talk, (do I know a lot of people who could have done better including Wilfred, Michele's husband and of course Paul Barker). But but, I was thrilled at the number of people who commited to a true faith and that there seems to be more of a follow-up and encourangement into churches than before.
Were you there Michele. How was it like the YFC rallies. Nostalgic?
On Saturday morning on went the St. John's uniform and I went to my first motocross day, wisely taking some earplugs. The noise, the dust, the jumps, falls and colour were all at a high level. I treated a few people, but no serious injuries on Saturday and again I didn't have any trouble with an amount of blood. While walking out at the end dust in my hair, eyes, ears, sox, undies, shirt, everywhere the leader said, 'its a lot better than mud!' Probably right!
On Sunday I realised why I sit next to Shirley in church -- I can ask her the meaning of all the big words that the asistant minister used. Ah the clergy are an educated lot and I wonder if church is for simple working class people like me. And she woke me up after the oldies did their attempt at singing.
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