If I type ever so slowly, I can do this … 😉
When Hub first went to uni in 1964, he wasn’t at all sure of his faith. During this time he thrashed things out, both in his head and with friends. He recalls walking one guy, Charles, round and round the streets of London, arguing.
Things came together for him, he graduated and went to Cameroon on VSO (Voluntary Service Overseas).
After he’d gone, I went up to London – different college. I too had a crisis of faith which was unforgettably resolved. When a certain Charles said he was organising a student summer trip to Italy to build a small camp and conference centre, I said I wanted to go.
While there, I was lying out under the stars one night when I was visited by an overwhelming sense of God’s love. As a result of this I was asked to head up the mission interest (or lack of it |-| ) in the college. At the end of my term of office I found I had a strong sense that God might be calling me to work overseas.
In my final year, to-be-Hub arrived from his time in Cameroon and moved into a flat where the guys were really good friends of mine. Unbeknown to me, he had returned thinking seriously about work overseas … which is how we ended up in Nigeria for 10 years. And Romania for 5.
Last week we went to a church in Torquay. There, on the list of retired clergy helping out in the church, was a certain Charles.
Talk about stunned! First time either of us had ever seen him lost for words ;D