Sunday, Sunday

My first Sunday at home but not at Dovedale - very strange.

I went to the 10.45 service at St Andrews's on Queen's Drive. It was a totally wild, informal service, with Cliff Jenkinson leading the singing and the vicar Steve McGanity speaking, and I was well looked after by Paul and Paula Beasley.

The service was the least-Anglican Anglican church service I've ever been to (and I've been to a few wild ones). Nothing about it said it was an Anglican service - nothing. But I suppose it was. Anyway the singing was enthusiastic, the fellowship palpable and the word was challenging, followed by a ministry prayer time when three-quarters of the congregation went forward for prayer. God bless the fantastic culturally-relavant efforts being made there.

It restored my faith in the power of the local church.