Curry and hockey – Fundraising times
I’ve been meaning to write a blog post in ages, but as usual time is running away from me, where have the weeks gone? I only have one exam left and then a long summer stretches ahead of me – India seems closer every day, and ever more exciting. A few weeks ago (well, more than a few now. Oops) we organised a curry night at the Girling’s house, with some excellent curry made by our respective mums, and excellent conversation with everyone who came. We did the same quiz that we did at the meeting, and everyone learnt something about India, and had a great time doing it, if the shouting was anything to go by. I also talked a bit about what we were going to do, and why we were doing it. People ummed and aahed, laughed, the kind of things that show you that they’re listening – really listening. It was a humbling experience, I really feel God said what he wanted said, and I’m glad I could facilitate that. After, a number of people talked to us about their experiences of mission, and said they’d pray for us. This was one of our first experiences of how generous people can be, with their money but also with their words and support. It was… awe inspiring, and afterwards when we were sitting on the kitchen floor counting money we were so proud of what we’d achieved. Oh, and we raised £3oo. Not bad for an evening’s work.
Today, I had a hockey tournament. It seemed appropriate – hockey is after all the national sport of India. I was apprehensive as it’d been raining for most of the day, but I needn’t have worried, God brought the sun out just as we began. It was fun, and surprisingly competitive. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, I certainly was. After an hour and a half of fast (tiring) play, team B were crowned winners. Lots of people had come together to help me out, with pitch booking, team and fixtures organisation, umpiring… I could go on. Again I was humbled by all the people who were willing to do this, by all the people who came, played, and gave money. I raised £300 (minus £100 for pitch booking) which is amazing. I could go on about how happy I was or how lovely everyone is for ages, but this post is long enough already. I don’t think I’ll ever cease to be amazed by people’s generosity, or God’s. As we left, it started to rain.