I have done many journeys in time, varying distance, various modes of transport, and you would have thought that the journey outwards would seem longer. You're excited and want to get started, or apprehensive and don't want to get there, something along them lines anyway. Yet I often find the journey home longer, looking back over memories, wishing you had done something differently, wishing you had had longer, wishing, longing, regretting, missing and hoping. There is also the prospect of waiting on the return journey home, the prostect of waiting to see loved ones, familiar places, occurences, correspondants. The journey is often agonising through tiredness, and longing, and possibly even painful from the position you have been sitting on a coach for the last 27 hours, with another 9 to go. The journey home marks a passing of an event, often you have changed for the better or for the worse. What is scarier is when you realise you are journeying home alone, that takes more getting use to, its an even longer journey...
I mentioned in my previous group about one of my lovely youth groups. Its reasonably small and all the young people come from a church orientated background or have been going to church for a while. We started back in January and as a leader theres that post Christmas panic when you realise you havent planned a session let alone the rest of the term. So I used a cop out, I used my first session back to help get the young people to plan the sessions - brilliant, right! Over the last five months in post here in Conwy, theres been a real theme emerging from my work and my visits and my volunteering/volunteered(ness) at things like Faith and Order and 3Gen. This is the idea of questions and having a safe space to ask questions discuss them and not necessarily come out with a definitive answer, but having explored deeply the topic at hand. At Uni I hated the big questions discussed late at night, when one should have been writing assignments because then it felt like wor...
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