I think I might have mentioned in my first post on IWIL that I live just off Edgware Road, which is the Arabic district of London basically, its quite similar to Rusholme for all you Mancunians, except.. more Arab and less Indian.
On my way home from tonight's Koi meeting I could hear some crazy chants coming from the street. Loud loud stuff. It wasn't till I got home tonight that I realised why (stupid me..) Unfortunately I didn't quite get to see what was going but some of the people in my halls got video's of it.
I guess, like the Bin Laden situation which I think I might have blogged abut on IWIO at the time, I don't really know how to feel about the death of Gaddafi, it is however exciting to see all the Lybian's celebrating, and rather hard not to feel happy for them.
....I'm stuck for feelings right now. Anyway, pretty wild times on Edgware Road tonight:
http://youtu.be/csbw9DhWS7E
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2011/oct/20/muammar-gaddafi-dies-city-birth?newsfeed=true
Thursday, 20 October 2011
Everything I am for your Kingdom's cause.
Dear Friends,
Term started officially last week. This means I find myself heading over to Hight Street Kensington 3 days a week for a a few hours of lectures, lunch and sleeping on friends beds between class. I'm not going to lie, I probably have one of the easiest timetables going (rest assured mother, if you're reading this, I'm still doing lots of work.)
I feel like I should be blogging about the new and exciting stuff I'm doing in London, sadly, I don't seem to be doing much. I mean, I've done a fair amount (yet not nearly most) of the gallery and museums, I've use borris bikes regularly, I have evening lessons, I've been to a comedy nights, done the markets, I'm going to a philosophical debate (Does God Exist?) by leading Philosophers, become a lab rat for a behavioural research lab, pondered Kensington's Babylon Roof Gardens and in about 20 minutes I'm going to set off to the South Bank centre for the Autumn Cheese and Wine festival - Why not, I have a oyster card and the whole of London to explore.
But right now it doesn't feel enough.
A friend of mine asked me last week: "What is it you want to do in London?" I gave the standard reply - "erm, study, obviously." He went on to tell me about why he wanted to move to London, it was/is more to him that just a place to study but somewhere he can develop his passion. This was, it seemed to me, wishful thinking. Like an actor or actress going to LA thinking it's the place to start their movie career. Even so, I was quite envious of his ambition and he's hardly known for his "ambition." Something about London excites be, but I still feel like I'm not using the city I my advantage yet.
In an attempt to try and write more positively, I'm happy to inform you that I have found myself surrounded by people that I feel more than comfortable with, in halls, in Uni and outside. Which is something that I'm definitely grateful for. When I didn't get into Manchester, I wasn't too upset and that's because it seemed, and continues to seem quite clear to me that it was a "divine intervention."In the months coming up to choosing a university, choosing a course, cancelling my gap year and results day, I found myself constantly in and asking for prayer about what it is that God wants me to do, and where he wants me to do it. So, when results day finally came around, I didn't mind too much that I wasn't going to be spending my next 3 years in Manchester. I'm still trying to work out why God put me in London. I've spent the past few weeks trying new churches and trying to find a Christian community. Which I think has successfully been done in Koinonia and St Mary's.
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The above was written 8 days ago.
Since then there has been no real change in my feelings towards my Church aspects to my life in London but on Tuesday I went to the Student meeting at St Mary's, and other than indulging in some quality Eaton Mess I had a really sweet night waiting on God and a couple of people had some words for me that I needed to hear so much and I am at ease with not knowing what's going to happen, who I'm going to be friends with and how I cope because it's all in Gods hands. Since Tuesday, which was like two days ago, I have felt a lot more comfortable with being here, I like the people I live with, I like the people I'm at uni with, I have a mint Christian fellowship and, y'kno.. I'm in London, which, though I love Manchester with all of my heart, is a definite improvement on Oldham.
Happy Days.
God Bless, L x
Term started officially last week. This means I find myself heading over to Hight Street Kensington 3 days a week for a a few hours of lectures, lunch and sleeping on friends beds between class. I'm not going to lie, I probably have one of the easiest timetables going (rest assured mother, if you're reading this, I'm still doing lots of work.)
I feel like I should be blogging about the new and exciting stuff I'm doing in London, sadly, I don't seem to be doing much. I mean, I've done a fair amount (yet not nearly most) of the gallery and museums, I've use borris bikes regularly, I have evening lessons, I've been to a comedy nights, done the markets, I'm going to a philosophical debate (Does God Exist?) by leading Philosophers, become a lab rat for a behavioural research lab, pondered Kensington's Babylon Roof Gardens and in about 20 minutes I'm going to set off to the South Bank centre for the Autumn Cheese and Wine festival - Why not, I have a oyster card and the whole of London to explore.
But right now it doesn't feel enough.
A friend of mine asked me last week: "What is it you want to do in London?" I gave the standard reply - "erm, study, obviously." He went on to tell me about why he wanted to move to London, it was/is more to him that just a place to study but somewhere he can develop his passion. This was, it seemed to me, wishful thinking. Like an actor or actress going to LA thinking it's the place to start their movie career. Even so, I was quite envious of his ambition and he's hardly known for his "ambition." Something about London excites be, but I still feel like I'm not using the city I my advantage yet.
In an attempt to try and write more positively, I'm happy to inform you that I have found myself surrounded by people that I feel more than comfortable with, in halls, in Uni and outside. Which is something that I'm definitely grateful for. When I didn't get into Manchester, I wasn't too upset and that's because it seemed, and continues to seem quite clear to me that it was a "divine intervention."In the months coming up to choosing a university, choosing a course, cancelling my gap year and results day, I found myself constantly in and asking for prayer about what it is that God wants me to do, and where he wants me to do it. So, when results day finally came around, I didn't mind too much that I wasn't going to be spending my next 3 years in Manchester. I'm still trying to work out why God put me in London. I've spent the past few weeks trying new churches and trying to find a Christian community. Which I think has successfully been done in Koinonia and St Mary's.
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The above was written 8 days ago.
Since then there has been no real change in my feelings towards my Church aspects to my life in London but on Tuesday I went to the Student meeting at St Mary's, and other than indulging in some quality Eaton Mess I had a really sweet night waiting on God and a couple of people had some words for me that I needed to hear so much and I am at ease with not knowing what's going to happen, who I'm going to be friends with and how I cope because it's all in Gods hands. Since Tuesday, which was like two days ago, I have felt a lot more comfortable with being here, I like the people I live with, I like the people I'm at uni with, I have a mint Christian fellowship and, y'kno.. I'm in London, which, though I love Manchester with all of my heart, is a definite improvement on Oldham.
Happy Days.
God Bless, L x
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