As much as holidays are enjoyable, it’s always good to be home. Having said that, it was a bit of a culture shock to get on the plane with the temperature at 35 and get off three hours later with the temperature at 9. The shock was compounded by the fact that I’d made the schoolboy error of wearing shorts, tee-shirt and flip-flops and was left feeling very silly.
The good thing about being at home is seeing family and friends and of course having fellowship.
Yesterday, we had a stretch quiz where the two halves of the congregation competed against each other. With every correct answer, someone could join the chain and the first team to reach from the back to the front were the winners. As usual, chaos ensued.