You probably don’t want to know this, but the vicarage loo has a magazine rack. Tidying it up recently I started perusing the Greenbelt Angels booklet that has been there a good while now, and got to thinking about holidays, and particularly festivals.
Though we haven’t been to Greenbelt for a few years (it is August Bank holiday weekend, which is when Holiday Club in Anchorsholme has been happening) the pictures transport you straight back to Cheltenham Racecourse, and you can smell the grass. You have to go to experience it, you can’t sum up festivalling in a few sentences, and if you’ve been you will know what I mean.
Our involvement goes back long way. There is a great picture of Bex having a bath in the washing up bowl outside the tent! For many years I was part of the Childrens’ Area Team. I was affectionately known as ‘Accordion Man’ and still have the green wooden cut-out badge someone had made for me at the then ever-present DoubleDecker bus.
Israel had festivals. They were like Greenbelt. You had to go and become a refugee, effectively. They were the highlight of the year. You will know the one were Jesus stayed behind at Jerusalem as a 12 year old, and had to be collected by his disgruntled parents.
Spring Harvest, New Wine, Soul Survivor, the Big Day Out… lots to choose from. If you’ve never been, please please go.
It is always a hassle to get ready, but never ever a disappointment. Whatever your reason for not going, there will be a way round it. Ask around.
You meet God in a refreshing way that is not possible elsewhere.
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