I suppose in the Year of Homecoming it was quite appropriate to make the trek down to London to visit St Columba's, Pont Street, as the church in which I grew up. My thanks to Rev Camille Cook, the Associate Minister, for her kind invitation to preach at both morning and evening services. It was a pleasure to share the leading of worship with her.
As I sit on the train, blogging courtesy of National Express's free WiFi, I am returning home to Blantyre after my wee jaunt returning home to St C's. It is a strange thing. [There's more...]
There were many reunions with folks I have known since I was born... including the Hannah sisters, now in their 90s and to whom I apprently gave my first smile as a babe, a fact I am always reminded of when I see them! And tales of my behaviour in the creche as a child - where apparently I made a lot of noise riding around on an old red tractor (which I remember ever so clearly) so I assume that the stories were all too true! Some things don't change all that much over the intervening years...
In the hall where the creche is situated there were two badminton courts and I remember loving tearing down between the service lines on that tractor... the memories!
The worship was very similar to how I remember it, with a dignity and formality that, let's be honest, is not always what we are known for in St Andrew's (at least the latter part!). The music was very good and the choir did a beautiful job of the anthems. It was nice to her the organ in full song, and inevitably brought back memories of turning the pages for my dad when he was playing at the end of a service.
It was great to catch up with many old friends, and a special thanks for the hospitality of The Great John Laurie (TGJL to those in the know).
And, as an extra bonus last night, I even managed to get out to the cinema, which is a very rare treat these days, to see Star Trek. Great fun, by the way!
In the meantime, returning home from returning home...