his way or mine?

Wading through beurocracy and rules and regulations. Meeting with people, discussing things, planning things and taking time out to chat to people. Another fab weekend back in London. And it was so good to be back in college all day on Monday even if it was frustrating. Erica, Kate and I walked round for an hour and a half praying and calling on God to work miracles and change hearts in Goldsmiths this year.

From Monday we've been given permission to put John's gospels in the halls of residence. Enough for every person = 1050. Woohoo.

God reminded me that his house will be built his way. There were disappointments on Monday and as I sat on the back field looking at the college, remembering the visions from Momentum I called out to God, questioning why there were already so many barriers to the things we wanted to do for Freshers. God reminded me that maybe my ways are not his ways.

And so he bought along a girl who's just starting her PGCE to randomly chat with me. And thus followed a fascinating conversation about media, feminism and, of course, the gospel.

It's about individuals, friendships. We continue of course to proclaim and organise but God reminded me taking time out to talk with him and with those he's created is of ultimate importance.