Three weeks in Blighty
We just spent three weeks in the UK. The first week was spent at our mission, UFM's, Summer Conference. We've always enjoyed these times - the conference centres are always clean and comfortable and you get catered for - our children used to think they were hotels. In addition you get some preaching and teaching - this time from an old acquaintance from Northern Ireland - and reports from people who serve in amazing places. We always feel like weaklings alongside the folk who paddle their way up the Amazon, or who work in remote parts of Central Asia. We had to do a seminar on preparing for retirement, which was well-received. Ella took us quietly and smoothly up to Caen for the ferry and we stayed overnight near the terminal before taking the early morning crossing. To get to the conference centre we had to use the M25, and it lived up to its promise. The second week was spent with my sisters and a nephew in a holiday cottage in Tenby. This was a straightforward trip down t...

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I was itching to explore les mots bleus, and I had enough in my pocket for a coffee, but no time.
Isn't it always the way in life ? When one has the money one has no time. When one has the time one has no money. Perhaps another reason why they say "Time is money".
No, wait, listen first...
I read a piece once about a chap who believed that he should evangelise by hanging round in cafés. He was American, so he called it "hanging out".
What about a Bordeaux café ministry ? Instead of Bible studies and English classes and preaching and stuff, I could hang around cafés and drink coffee...
No ?
(Alan, I've had to send it as from A.Nonimws as it is no longer displaying the key-in code. Ken)