end of the week

Today disappeared very quickly but for some reason felt like two.

I was woken this morning at 3 mins to 7 with a knock on my door and was in the car less than ten minutes later. I'd slept in (set my alarm for 6pm instead of am) waking up when I should have been in the car.

So off I went with Roger and Rohan (a guy whose over from India doing some post grads in Manhattan and comes out here on weekends) to help get stuff set up at church. Did I mention that church meets in a cinema? (I reserved judgment given my cynical disposition that church all too often feels more like a show than anything else, but this week showed me that in this case, it's not.)
People don't really commit to churches around here, instead taking a more transient float around stance. But every week a bunch of guys from here spend a good few hours getting stuff set up for a not too long service, loading and unloading vans etc. there's a definite sense of ownership within the congregation who seem more than willing to get stuck in anywhere they can help, whether people know it or not.

I've been to lots of different kinds of churches from very small to big, from traditional to ones that meet in cinemas. Some have been good, some not so much. But the thing I love the most is how they are not better or worse, necessarily, just different. So long as the people know God and their focus isn't on themselves as a church (which generally goes hand in hand) then I'm cool with that.

So after church we went for some very fine Indian food (the most authentic kind I've ever had) which left me feeling like I may reenact a certain scene from Alien, followed by an ipod-nap in the back garden, a phone call to my parents, and an evening of considering the coming week and recovering from lunch.

It was a good day.