International Home Group

We were between 15 and 20 people for the international home group, probably half Chinese.

Jean-Marc, the under-head-honcho from the mission, spoke helpfully from Acts 3 and Andy translated into Chinese on the fly. Lots of great questions and lots of opportunity for folk to chip in their helpful two-pennorth. A really great evening.

We had a lot of fun picking people up from Pessac Centre. Here's what happened :

1) Alan's phone starts beeping saying the battery is flat - he puts it on charge in the bedroom

2) some kids are here for tea - lots of singing and noise

3) An sms arrives to say that the first group are boarding the tram. We don't hear it come !

4) Alan thinks 'We haven't heard anything from the guys boarding the tram', runs to look at phone .. aha !

5) Alan phones guys . "We are at Pessac Centre," they say

6) Phones Liz (backup transport) we head off for Pessac Centre.

7) find people - there's seven of them. We wait for Liz - for a while - then decide I will set off with the first load and come back for the second lot in case Liz has got lost.

8) as people get in the phone rings - someone is delayed and will be at Pessac Centre in about 20 minutes

9) drive off - notice there's a LOT of heads in the back ! We have four (slim) ladies in the back of the car. Pray that we won't get stopped despite the interior light flashing on and off because the door is not quite properly closed...

10) deposit first group - return to get second lot.

11) second lot not there - eeek - Pat phones - they're at the house. Liz comes up trumps. Great. Delayed person comes running down the platform of the tram stop.

Thanks Father - all are safely gathered in.

Plan for next time is to spread out the tramstop shuttle by eating together before the home group. Long term plan is to extend the tramline to our house, but that may take a while...

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