churches and carnivals

As time ticks away and the countdown continues I once again visit that city that is to be my home, to look for a church. A morning of worshipping with good music inspired by gospel and jazz sounds, flowing into a BBQ with good conversation and the same gospel and jazz commenced, as the search took an exciting turn. A turn into conversation with some new found friends: Goldsmiths college students, come tour guides, who scurried through the crowds in nottinghill carnival guiding us to where the pulse of african music filled our chests, bright colours of flowing costumes juxtaposed the concrete of the surrounding buildings, causing our every bone to dance. Richard, I'm sorry, there was plenty of culture but I couldn't test tube it for you. There was just too much. Both in the church and at the carnival. But that joy that also can't be test tubed both at the vulnerability of new friendships, sharing with you last week and the excitement of God's new gifts, well, I give it back to the Source.