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Friends like these

I don’t know what it is, but I feel much closer to my group of friends at Uni than I did to my group of friends at college (Ineke excluded!). Maybe it’s the fact that the main group of friends I hang around with are Christians, and that I spend every lecture (other than a few) with Dan, or maybe it’s just that we’re all in pretty much the same boat and have been thrown together, I really don’t know, but there’s something good between us, something which makes hanging out with them more fun than hanging out with my previous groups of friends (maybe because we never hung out other than at college). there’s something good between usIt probably helps that me and Dan have very similar interests, computers, music, jazz, etc.

Anyway, we had the mid-week service at Kings tonight, it certainly had a different feel to it. It was meant to be more led by the Spirit, more “hardcore” than the normal services. We had people praying over us (us being the students) in tongues and stuff, and I’ve never heard anyone pray in tongues before, and its kinda freaky… To have this large guy behind you going “Shi-shalom naski hayuta”, or whatever, is very off-putting and odd… And some guy had “words from God for 3 people” which he gave to them over the microphone in front of everyone else. Very different to stuff I’m used to.

We had a short talk by the minister’s dad about praying etc, he was talking about spending an hour a day praying, but I can never pray for that long, I just get bored, my mind wanders, and I end up thinking lots of different things other than praying, and even then that lasts for at most 5-10 minutes…

Me and Dan got stuck in a lift today, for about 5-10 minutes. We were halfway between G and 1 when it made a loud clunk and stopped moving.When life hands you a lemon, make lemonade We pressed the alarm button loads of times, but it didn’t do anything, and no-one answered it, etc. So luckily I knew the number for University Security, which Dan called and they said they’d call the fire brigade. When they came, the doors were pulled open and we had to drop through the small gap beneath the ground floor ceiling onto the floor of the ground floor. It was interesting to say the least.

And, last but not least, Sarah’s thought for the day: When life hands you a lemon, make lemonade.