July 8th’s Quote: “What excuse are you using?”
By 9:30 this morning, we had finished another
wonderful breakfast (complete with tea and toast), prepared ourselves for
church, and were headed out the door and down the road to Gravel Hill to, once
again, catch the tram. I think we classify as experienced travelers now. Here
are two things we have learned about tram travel – the tram only comes once
every 15 minutes on Sundays, and, as our favorite poster explains, you don’t
wanted to be remembered by a handful of flowers by the tram tracks.
We were
plenty early when we arrived at the queue for the 11:30 service, but weren’t too sad because we had observed that
the church-welcomers were slowly making their way down the line and making
conversation with each clump of visitors. We couldn’t wait to see their
reaction when we explained that the four of us had grown up in Thailand
together. Sadly, we must have appeared to be very deep in conversation as our
welcomer walked past because he simply said hello and then went on to the next
couple. That was slightly depressing.
Not
much later we were lead to the entrance and found ourselves some seats near the
front of the theatre. We didn’t recognize any of the songs, but I genuinely
enjoyed one called beneath the waters.
The guy
that spoke was a young man named Simon, who had been awake for the past 36
hours and has a huge passion for tennis and Andy Murray. This made us very
happy, and we liked him from the start.
He had
us look at the book of Jonah and made everyone say the words “Get up” whenever we came
across them. It had been a while since I had studied Jonah, and to be honest I
had forgotten how God used Jonah’s disobedience to bring the whole ship of
people to Himself. That might be my favorite part now.
What
Simon took from the first three chapters of Jonah was how we tend to run away
and make excuses rather than to follow the Lord’s leading. The quote from today
was a challenge from him to us to figure out what we use in our lives as lame
or “good” excuses to keep from obeying the Lord. I guess mine is fear of what
others think of me. When I was talking to that guy at Starbucks and I could
tell that he wasn’t happy to hear me say that the reason my family lived in
Thailand was because God called us there, I decided not to mention my Savior
again for the rest of our 20 minute conversation. I guess I need to draw closer
to the Lord, because “perfect love casts out fear”, and I don’t want my silly
fears to get in the way of God bringing beauty to a broken life ever. Why do we
fear things of the world anyway?
After
the service, we walked over to Covent Garden and found a lovely little place
called the Traditional Pub where Shaina and I got to have Fish n Chips as well
as a Posh Fish Finger sandwich (we enjoyed the name so much we simply had to
try it). Twas a very delightful experience. And since the Hardys had treated us
to this true English lunch, we treated them to London’s best waffles. Fair
trade, huh?
We
looked at several cute shops at the square, marveled at the tin man with
amazing balance, and dropped some loose change in the cup of the man who sat on
the corner singing through a traffic cone. And then we were back underground,
on our way to Starbucks once again. So we aren’t only experienced travelers,
but also Starbucks regulars. : )
Anna
met up with another friend, so it was back to the trio as we travelled back to
Nanny’s, but this time we didn’t run into our entertaining friends. Nor did we
find a man in a suit to update us on Andy Murray’s match.
When we
arrived we watched an exciting game show called “The Chase” and then found a
channel that let us know that Andy lost. Sad day. We had tea to cheer our
spirits, and then Kate had to leave.
Since
then we have enjoyed other channels, more tea and toast, my first hot cross
buns, and now a quiet evening with Fiddler on the Roof playing in the living
room. It’s been a good day.
And
considering how I already shared a bit from my heart earlier in this post, I
think that will be all for now. God bless!
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