Saturday would have been chaotic on the roads leading to the Alps even if the weather would have been nice. But it snowed, and many tourists on their way to the sky resorts, or back from them got stuck for hours on the various motorways around where we live.
We wanted to avoid traffic jams at all cost, so we had decided we should be back home by Friday evening at the latest. That meant leaving Bala on Thursday morning.
We crossed England and experienced the worst of British motorways: 7 hours drive under the rain in heavy traffic.
We crossed the channel safely and slept in Calais before a long journey home: 860km to Chambéry. But we experience the best of French motorways: 10 hours drive with little traffic, and after a few hours we even saw the sun. We avoided the chaos of Saturday. It was quite fun to see pictures of the motorways we had been driving on a few hours earlier now covered in snow, and cars stuck.
But this journey has left us washed out. We are still feeling a little tired three days later.
Month: February 2015
1100 miles later, and still counting
We’re now in North Wales after a few days in the west of the country. We’ve driven 1100 miles so far, and we haven’t finished.
That was a long drive
We are in Carmarthen, in West Wales. When we initially thought of coming to Wales for the winter holidays, we were still living in Brittany and we didn’t imagine we would move away so soon and so quickly. But now, we live a long way from Wales. It took us the most part of 2 days to do the 1380 km journey. We travelled through France to Calais on empty motorways. After crossing the channel, we crossed the south of England to Wales on not too busy motorways. We are glad to be here though. I’ve got a few meetings to take here, and two more in North Wales next week.
My problem with worship bands [Rant]
I am finding the whole worship bands emphasis difficult. Yesterday, we worshipped in a church with a good worship band. They played well, but I am still finding it difficult. Here is why:
- We hardly know the songs, therefore hardly anyone sings apart from the lead singer.
- When we know the songs, we still don’t know how they are going to be interpreted, which paragraphs are going to be sung when, and how many times, and what about the chorus, how many times are we going to sing it? The people controlling the projection are not sure either and get lost. Therefore, people give up singing.
- Then, the leader suddenly start praying. Hold on, how can I pray with you if you don’t warn me you are going to pray. I just stand there, looking stupid, wondering what is going on. When is this going to end?
- I’ve said it before, hardly anybody sings in the assembly. Why bother, the band is doing it for me, and they sing in tune. How am I taking part in the worship if I am not singing. I am passive, waiting to be told to sit down.
- In the end, I am just watching a nice performance. But wait, did I come to watch a performance, or to worship God? If I want to watch a performance, I might as well go to a concert and pay for it.
You don’t have to agree with me, but it feels the band is taking more and more space. The service was about 1 1/2 hour. Almost 1 hour was taken by the worship band, the rest was shared between the message and the communion. Is anyone going to say anything, or are we going to carry on until the space for the Word has shrunk to the point of disappearing?
Visiting the Eglise Protestante Evangelique du Drac
Yesterday, we visited the Eglise Protestante Evangélique du Drac. We had a warm welcome. I think people were happily surprised to have visitors. Maybe that’s because the church wasn’t easy to find. In theory, it should be. It is alongside the dual carriageway, I even spotted a sign advertising for the alpha course as we drove past it. In practice, once you get out of the carriageway, the building is tucked in a dead end, and you’re not sure whether you are allowed to cross the tram tracks or not with your car. It took us 5-10 minutes to work out how to get to the car park. Then we had to find where they meet, upstairs, at the end of a long, dark corridor.
Another reason for their surprise may have been that French Christians don’t often visit other churches. We were in Grenoble to visit my brother and spend the day with the whole family. It had snowed most of the night. Most French people would have skipped church and would have gone to their family reunion. But we wanted to go to church. There was one not too far, so we left a bit earlier to get in time for the service, and we left quickly afterwards.
It was nice to see another church, much bigger than the ones we are used to. The service was quite smooth, with a strong brethren stance. Only drawback to me was the worship band (more of that in another post). They played very well, but I am finding the accent on having a worship band with a lead singer difficult. But it was a nice bunch of folks. We’ll go again if we are in the area.