Back in the ‘Big Smoke’

Normally, I do my best to avoid London. I’ve got nothing against it, you understand. It’s just that we don’t get along so I try to avoid her. But less than a month after my last visit, I find myself here again. This time I’m substituting for an indisposed colleage at a meeting in Methodist Church House, the headquarters of the Methodist Church in Britain.

I’m glad I came for several reasons.

First, because the meeting was very encouraging. Our General Secretary, Martyn Atkins, was in the chair. What particularly impressed me was the care he took to listen to the views of those present, and the vision he expressed for the future training of the Methodist people. I might have my theological differences with him, but there’s no doubt in my mind that he is a Good Thing for British Methodism.

Second, I was able to visit the crypt cafe at St Marylebone’s Church. I’m not sure I can explain why — though they do a fine poached egg on toast — but it’s a place I’m strangely fond of. Maybe it’s the entirely ‘unchurchy’ language of the ladies behind the counter. If you’re ever in this part of London, you should pop in.

Third, it gave me the chance to use my Oyster Card again. This rates as one one of the finest presents I’ve ever had*. (Thanks John!) No more looking like an oik from the sticks for me. I just wave my card like a local. If I don’t open my mouth, I reckon I can pass for one!

The downside of this visit is that it was organized at the last minute and with little time either before or after my meeting, so I’ve got to return to my rural idyll without catching up with any of my friends in these parts. I hope I’ll be forgiven.