Thursday, January 09, 2014

Are there a lot of Peruvians in Malaysia?

At Zac's on Tuesday I asked a Peruvian boy if he were the brother of a Malaysian girl.

Let me explain. 
I hadn't seen him before.
He came in with her and sat next to her but at the time of asking she wasn't there.
I was leading the study so my stress levels were high.
I knew her family were coming over for her graduation so a sibling relationship was an easy leap to make.

If I'd just laughed as they did and not tried to explain the hole wouldn't have got any deeper but, like I said, my stress levels were high.

Anyway, apart from that, Mrs Lincoln, how did you enjoy the play? The study was fine. Instead of being Hagar and carrying on with Abraham, as I didn't have much time to prepare, I thought we'd read the story of Zaccheus and think about the impact of the change on him and how easy - or not - it is to bring about significant changes in our own lives. (Written that way, articulate with thought and good grammar, it sounds a lot more straightforward than it turned out to be in reality.)

It was quiet just before the study started but filled up rapidly and there seemed to be a constant buzz underneath at the same time as the main discussion so I spent a lot of time shouting - and being ignored. But I wasn't really needed as a good discussion ensued although not necessarily about the topic I'd planned.

Such is Zac's.

Oh, yes, and Zac's and an interview with Sean feature in an article on the Guardian newspaper website if you're interested in finding out more, and a review of the Fresh Expressions day a couple of months ago here.


mrsnesbitt said...

Off to have a read now.

Anne in Oxfordshire said...

Liz , you lost me after "my stress levels were high" :-) Who is Mrs Lincoln , where does she come into all?

katney said...

Well, when one particular thing goes particularly wrong, like mistaking a Peruvian and a Malaysian for siblings--or in Mrs. Lincoln's case your husband the president being shot--one might look for any bright spots in the evening.

Liz Hinds said...

Indeed, katney! Sorry, Anne, sometimes my brain works in peculiar ways!

Mrs N I have lost the link to your blog. I will trace you back now.