Sunday pm: all around me are children, noisily enjoying the messy area - “sticking and glueing”. I’m enjoying a mug of coffee, the cheapest I’ve found anywhere in the festival, and far from the worst. There are all sorts of activities I might go and do, but there is something very appealing about a few quiet blogging.
I wish I could say that the worship this morning uplifted and inspired, but though there were some promising ingredients, sadly the gap between expectation and delivery was too great. Perhaps it’s because the two most important elements to me in corporate worship - collective singing and the exposition of the word - were more or less completely absent. There were some hymns, and they had great (welsh!) tunes, but unfortunately the worship band were performers rather than congregational leaders.
Maybe beer and hymns will make up for it.