children

A month ago id never worked with kids, i held small children at a distance (slightly like some women hold a football) and when it came to creating a programme for 5 and a half hours of kids entertaiment teaching etc i was crying 'god what am i doing here!?' but today i was walking around with a small childs hand in each of mine, making sheep noises and getting them laughing like the best of them, dont ask me what happened i the last month, it was a tourchurous month of being well and truely out of my depth and comfort zone, but ive learn more about myself , my relationship with god, my relationship with others than in most years ive been alive.

We did a four day sumer school which at only 2 and a half hours each day, it was a dodle after the first tow days here, we had material for them, the experience and almost some enthusiasm as i took the mic. The area although a mix of houses, cramped apartments, breeze block rooms, was surprisingly cheerful the houses painted in bright colours like cuba made even the smell of waste fade into the bright seen, with autos parked up and cows wandering amoungst the rubbish and dirty but smiling children looking back at you.

We had seen some sights here but most were glad to be heading home next week, we had preached, prayed, performed and played and apart from the few who felt india was the place they would be in the future most of us were looking forward to the freedom and few degrees difference of madrid once again. only time would tell what we would miss, but i cant talk too soom, we still had the lepers and Bombay to go.