Sunday 24 May – Nat’s Sleep-Over, Han’s Ballet Church performance, Getting Down with Pentecostalism

I stayed in bed this a.m. after finally arriving in the land of Nod; I didn’t get up until almost midday, meanwhile:

Deb picked up Nat from Jacobs about 10:00 and ended up staying there, with han, for about an hour sitting in the garden chatting to his parents; apparently Bruce, his Dad, had cycled to Bradgate Park at 6AM that morning…madman! After she brought him home she took Han to Ballet.

Han’s ballet class were performing at an event at Trinity Church (where her classes are held) that evening and she needed to be there by midday in order to rehearse. So Deb ran her there and dropped her off with her kit and a pasta lunch. As you can see it’s a huge building with a seemingly endless supply of rooms.

When she got home she and I sat out in the garden and had lunch whilst sleepy head Nat crashed on the sofa. Lots of Jersey-Mids with lunch…delicious!

When we got to the church we met Deidre (Han’s Ballet Teacher)there and she advised us to get a pew in the hall so that we could watch Han’s performance. We hadn’t quite realised what was going on at Trinity Church that day (Pentecost 2010 - a whole day of Pentecostal* workshops and meetings) and so we found ourselves in the middle of a full blown Penticostalist* act of worship. Well it was different and the Cantor (the person who leads the singing) had an utterly superb voice, my every attempt to record her voice met with failure; this turned out to be because the sound clips were recording to the phone memory instead of the card memory and as a result the memory kept being full and recordings didn’t start! Han’s ballet performance was fine but, only lasted for about five minutes, was hard to see from where we were sat and made no sense to me whatsoever. So for this we sat through 75 minutes of evangelising? I just don't get religion, I stopped believing I can’t recall ever believing but I wasn’t nine years old when I asked a question at Sunday School got an asinine answer and decided God was bullshit and never attended again. How can Adults(?) believe these fairy stories, it’s beyond me!

Anyway here are a few different media files of our experience there:


There are some photos of the "programme of worship" and a couple of "Puppet" Videos?

Well it finally ended sometime after 6pm (about twenty passed I think)  and we grabbed Han and made our escape before someone cornered us and tried to do a conversion job…after all I wasn’t there to argue and destroy their faith, i was there to see my daughter. The rest of the evening passed quitely with everyone eventually going to bed, especially sleepyhead nat who’s hair I’d had to wash after taping his broken arm up in two carrier bags to protect his plaster in the bath. Finally got to see all his bruises, shit he must have come off that bike like a missile his arms and legs are covered in them; Thank what’s his name for cycle helmets!

*Pentecostalism