Things Old Christians Remember (Last Time)

I think this will probably be the last time I post on this because I am struggling to think of things now. There are of course a few bits and pieces.
Faith Teas – this was deliberately unplanned because it was an exercise in faith after all and God would make sure that we all brought different things. He didn’t.
Street Witness / Theatre/ Door to Door To this day I cannot believe that I stood on Bolton Precinct doing the “I am the Devil” sketch or that I knocked on complete strangers’ doors asking them if they wanted to be a friend of Jesus. I don’t suppose it is the concept I dislike (although I have no time personally for uninvited people who knock on my door during Pointless) so much as how absolutely useless I was at it. I would be sick with nerves all day before and not much better after. I was a rubbish actor which is weird because I have done some speaking and enjoyed that. There used to be a sort of unspoken blackmail that said only the most spiritual people could do these things. Ha! My favourite ever door to door night was when I was paired with the man who was eventually to be Head of House and we went to the newsagents, bought a big bag of Maltesers and spent the evening sitting on a wall debating the best Woody Allen film ever made.
Sinners Bucket. HOH wanted me to write about this although I didn’t ever see it. You were supposed to bring things like records, cigarettes, alcohol and other wrong things and leave them in a bucket at the front of the church. HOH says he would just like to say thank you to whoever it was in 1986 who brought the Marvin Gaye album because he had been looking for it for months. (This is possibly an urban myth. Possibly)
Washing up after the Sunday night meeting. I know lots of people will still do this now but it is one of my fondest church memories. Various members of the youth group would wash up after the coffee had been served on a Sunday night. We all got on really well and had a whale of a time. I laughed until snot came down my nose. Serving isn’t always sacrifice to be frank.

Thank you for all your responses to these posts. It has been really lovely to remember all this and although much has changed for the better, there is very little in my Christian past that I would alter. Except possibly to utterly refuse to do the “I am the Devil” sketch.



  1. Anonymous
    September 14, 2012 / 11:43 am

    that church faith tea when there were 17 quiches…

  2. September 14, 2012 / 1:15 pm

    "Faith"??? A Deacons wife at my church gave you a slip of paper with instructions about what to bring. Mine ALWAYS said 'sponge cake' and back then I couldnt make sponge cakes reliably [newlywed and trying hard though] so I used to make THREE cakes and take the best one to the tea. The other two went into trifles or to the birds!

  3. September 14, 2012 / 8:53 pm

    I love the idea of the Sinners Bucket. I can imagine that when it was full, people would have to struggle with temptation when they went past. Such a bucket of goodies, depending on your viewpoint.

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