Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Moving home is a time black hole

Found a flat in London at last and having signed the contract we spent our first night here yesterday. This has meant moving all the stuff again and has consequently swallowed time as only moving can. But I've never lived so close to central London before, just a few miles away from Big Ben, and even closer to St Paul's Theological Centre. Hugely exciting, especially as I can settle into church life properly now at Holy Trinity Brompton, not to mention save hours a week on travelling.

Oh yes, Jim Pest Breast Crest Vest Infest Jest West is coming to London tomorrow, so Anja and I thought we should head off to the train station, pick him up and make sure he gets on the plane back to the States. For the sake of all England. I've also already spiritually cleansed the new flat so I might have a go at shifting that spirit-of-Bultmann-heresy from him with some holy water, while we have a cup of tea. (If you don't cleanse the flat first, the spirit may escape West but lodge into any random object in the house, and manifest to scare the daylights out of you just when you don't have a Tom Wright book to hand to thwack it out the window). Pity Anja didn't agree to the Bishop Wright portrait wallpaper, duvet and marble bust...

11 comments:

Terry said...

Where abouts in London are you, Chris?

James said...

Great to have you joining the HTB community Chris - much look forward to meeting you. You are a prized theological asset!

One of Freedom said...

You found a Wright (blessed be his name) duvet cover! You must post a link so I can see if my lovely wife can be convinced to let us repose under his watchful... hmmmm. On second thought, I think I like things the way they are.

Chris Tilling said...

Hi Terry, I live just south of the river, near Battersea.

Hi James! Thanks for your kind comment, I look forward to meeting you too. Like the look of your blog very much, look forward to reading more.

Frank, the link for the duvet cover is here

steph said...

Ugh - you Wrightian children are perverted. That's just creepy

Poor wives ... :-)

Alex said...

Hello Chris,
good to hear of your new HQ and Anja is with you.
At the moment Nico and Dina are here visiting a conference with Erwin McManus.
Hope we'll hear each other soon.
Greetings Alex

One of Freedom said...

Wow! Why does that link ask me to verify my age?


LOL!

Grandmère Mimi said...

Chris, congratulations on finding a flat and getting moved to a convenient location.

Your church is Holy Trinity Brompton? It's a lovely building, but I must tell you that I hated their Alpha course. It was such a slick production that it put me off from the beginning. Every member of the congregation who was filmed appeared entirely rapt and adoring, hanging on Nicky Gumble's every word. If anyone looked bored or fidgety, I suppose they didn't make the cut.

In our adult class at church, we watched the Alpha series of DVDs during Lent one year. After we were led in the prayer for Jesus to come into our hearts for the third time, during the third class, I couldn't help myself from saying after the prayer, "Is the third time the charm? Is Jesus in my heart now?" Others in the class were a bit taken aback, but what's the point of saying the prayer over and over? I stuck it out for the whole series, but it was hard.

I'm sorry to be so cranky, but Alpha sets me off.

Anyway, I hope you and Anja enjoy your new flat.

Ron said...

I'd love to have the Bishop Wright wallpaper for the church study. Every sermon would be sure to be a gem if written in his presence.

Chris Tilling said...

Hi Mimi,
Yea, surely Alpha isn't for everyone. It also undeniably works in bringig many people to faith, week after week across the globe.
Thanks for your comment.

Hey Ron, that is the sort of comment that would get you in trouble with Jim West!!

Grandmère Mimi said...

Chris, as I reread my comment, it seems ungracious, and you were kind to allow it through. Perhaps Alpha is not for folks who think, however mistakenly, that they are people of faith.

Believe me, my rector got more of an earful than you did. I kept pretty quiet through the rest of the classes, because I did not want to spoil them for the others.