Barely arrived, there were practices for a service for young people, which the CVJM here tries to hold every two months or so, according to our capacities! It arose in the practises that I should/would play bass, which I did for the first time in my life – and thoroughly enjoyed being able to go and practise, and have it count as work.
The youth service took place on the second weekend I was here, on the Saturday evening, out in the back yard of the CVJM youth house, amongst the chickens and other farm animals (only joking).
The service was about laying our worries on God, and not worrying (or more than necessary). Looking back now, I can be grateful that everything is going so well for me here, and that I don’t have cause to worry about anything much at all.
The service was attended mostly by 13 year-olds from the confirmation class that had taken place that afternoon, but also an unusually high number of mosquities. Although they didn’t seem to have much taste for my foreign English-French blood, they really went to town on most of the others, especially a few somewhat quite distractable lads on a bench at the front, who seemed to be dancing at times to get rid of the little beasts.
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