Oct | 03 | Mon | The City of BANGOR | The Popty Ping


PRAYER REQUESTS

  • Ask For God’s richest blessing on the two loveley Hindu Guys I spoke with about Jesus
    • Thanks For having a Bed to stay in last night
    • I am in CHESTER tomorrow, so please pray for Divine appointments please…….and of course for PROVISION. THIS IS A BIG ISSUE.

PROCLAMATION LOCATIONS & NEEDS

  • TOMORROW’S MESSAGE is ROOTED IN the book of JEREMIAH
  • I WILL BE IN THE CITY OFCHESTER PROCLAIMING AT: I DON’T KNOW CAN YOU MAYBE HOOK ME UP SOMEWHERE PLEASE! 07975 805 323
  • IS ACCOMMODATION NEEDED FOR TONIGHT? YES PLEASE!
  • IF YOU CAN HOOK ME UP WITH SOMEONE OR SPONSOR A BED AND BREAKFAST? THAT WOULD BE GREAT)
  • THE DAY AFTER’S MESSAGE is ROOTED IN the book of LAMENTATIONS
  • IN THE CITY OF LIVERPOOL | PROCLAIMING WHERE :I DON’T KNOW CAN YOU MAYBE HOOK ME UP SOMEWHERE PLEASE! 07975 805 323
  • IS ACCOMMODATION NEEDED? YES PLEASE!
  • IF YOU CAN HOOK ME UP WITH SOMEONE OR SPONSOR A BED AND BREAKFAST THEN THAT WOULD BE GREAT)

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THIS IS THE STORY OF TOUR & IS THE CONTENTS OF MY HEAD AND HEART

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I was utterly exhausted last night and not too well either. My dreams were full of ghosts and ghouls, graveyards and ghastly fears. I think it was a combination of a constipation, a disturbed inner ear, en electric blanket on the top of the bed and cold feet at the bottom. I woke at 3:30am. Went to the bathroom and then following my wife’s long standing advice, I “persevered at sleep”. It wasn’t hard and I slept until 6:15am. The girls has gone to sleep at Jess’s mums house, and so I was all alone this morning, left to get on and fight the coffee maker, and get on with typing up yesterday’s adventures. I have a couple of hours drive to Bangor I reckon and I have to find a place to upload my updates along the way. So, maybe at the latest I need to be out of here around 8:30am. Apparently I have to be back for a meeting tonight at 8pm with the Pastor of the church that Jess and VJ go to. I am speaking on Isaiah today in Bangor and if I have go naked bungee jumping, then I shall probably somehow dress up as a sheep and use the rest of the Vampire blood. I need to get a VERY cheap white top from a charity shop and then a sheep’s head from the local butcher. I will be very visual for sure. We shall see.

A Mile down the road is a service station with a Little Chef. I fill up on Diesel. £65. Please Lord! I am told that the Little Chef has a Wi Fi Cloud connection. Better than nothing I suppose. I order and Olympic Breakfast with coffee. Not anywhere near the standard of a decent B & B but it will set me up for the day. The Wi-Fi Connects but the only plug is by a silver table next to the door. I sit there like a naughty boy who has been banished to the corner. ‘Billy No Mates’ rides again. Wales is really giving me a hard time with Wi-Fi. I am now three days behind on my updates. If at all possible I need to get Friday’s blog updated and sent out. I am there 1.5 hours trying to do this. Nightmare!

I ring Civic centre to get the Mayor. He is on his home number. The Home number is engaged. I shall try later.

I ring the Dean of the Cathedral. Her phone number just keeps on ringing. No answer phone. No personal assistant just a perpetual ringing phone. This is my 23rd city and I have yet to meet an actual Dean. I am coming to the conclusion that they are titles and internet avatars that in fact they don’t really exist but somewhere down the road have all been lost in a secret Anglican cost cutting exercise.

I ring the University. It is first week back and everyone is busy but they will try and get through to the religious department. No one ever gets back to me.

I ring the BBC who have a Welsh language studio in Bangor. They take my details and say they will get back to me. They never do. But I will get back to them, indeed when trying to find the Cathedral, I came across their studio and stood outside ringing the entrance buzzer to get into reception and trying to speak into the intercom with the wind lapping around my lips. Eventually the receptionist came down and out to me “You can’t come in here, this is Welsh”
Now I found that a little confusing, but I persisted.
“All I wanted to ask you Maam is if you might put a tiny little add out on the radio telling people what I am about and asking if they might contact me ref a possible venue to speak at. I am only here until midnight.”
“But this is Welsh. Is it in Welsh?”
“No Madam, it’s not in Welsh”
“Well write something down and I will translate it into Welsh and we shall see what we can do
This was going nowhere. “Look” I said, “Here is my card with the website, see if you can get something off it and translate it as you see fit. OK? Thanks very much”And the nice Welsh lady closes the door and departs. This might be the BBC but it is the heartlands of ‘Plaid Cymru’ and all the programs are ONLY in Welsh! I get the feeling being English might be a challenge. Indeed, one person tells me that “unless you speak Welsh up here you won’t get a good job and part of the local authority’s policy is that anyone they employ must be bilingual. “ Welsh does sound like a beautiful language however and there is an organisation that exists solely to create new words. So the Welsh for oven is apparently ‘Popty’ and when the Microwave was invented, the new word created for the Microwave was the ‘Popty Ping’. “Pop this pasty in the Popty Ping darling will you?” Wonderful! Here is a people passionate about their language because they know this sets the heart, roots it in their past heritage and forges a most definite future them. The Welsh flag and language is everywhere. Maybe England should take a leaf out of the Welsh book? Anyhoo, I digress

I ring Mitchell and Co the wonderful Christian Card dealership who have been so nice as to loan me the car for the tour. As I am in CHESTER tomorrow, I ask if I can pop it in to have them look at the front charging socket. They say yes of course, but advise me to avoid Chester at all costs today as there has been an accident on the Motorway and a tanker has spilled its load. Most of their staff are ‘in traffic’ and business has ground to a halt. Oh dear, that means it’s over the Welsh mountains again and I was hoping to bypass them and hook around the top of Wales instead.

So I head through the ‘Betws Y Coed’ pass. The scenery is wild and wonderful and it’s a very beautiful day. But it’s taking me forever and I am not sure I am going to make it until around 1:00am. Of course, there is no cell phone signal in the North Wales is you are on the 02 Network. Someone will advise me later in the day that even if they drive from Bangor in the North to Cardiff in the South, they will drive on the Moterway out of Wales, down the west of England and then come back into Wales at the bottom. “It’s quicker. Kinder on the belly and the brakes and you get a cell phone signal”. I wish someone had told me this yesterday.

Approaching Bangor I pass many a former Chapel. They all seem to be called ‘Ebeneezer’, and depending on their size have been converted into either single dwellings or apartments. Some have still got the church notice board outside even though they are houses. It’s like the Devil’s got another notch on his belt for each one. “This used to be a church. Now look. And this one, and this one, and this one…..”

Bangor was blustery. The wind was blowing. Again I felt disturbed. The wind makes everyone focus on movement. Head down, hands in pockets and let’s get out of the wind. You can’t have a conversation in the wind, you just want to get out of it.

I can’t get to the Cathedral. It is very poorly signposted. I can see the vast edifice on the hillside but getting to it is a nightmare. Actually, the vast Cathedral like edifice is in fact the University! The Cathedral itself is really the size of a large Parish church. Not much bigger at all really. It is quaint and welcoming, and it also claims to be the cradle of Christianity, having a worshipping community and building since the 6th century and boasts of being established even before Canterbury. I reckon we need to have a ‘Cradle of Christianity’ fund raising drive after the Big Lottery program….

“The Cradle of British Christianity. Is it…
A. Gloucester
B. Canterbury
C. York
D. Chesterfield

Calls from Landlines will cost £1 and from your cell phone may cost considerably more.”

I wonder how many would even bother calling? Now that would be a fascinating exercise instead of the usual trash of
“What do you breath in through your mouth? Is it…
A. Water
B. Suphuric Acid
C. Air

Calls from Landlines will cost £1 and from your cell phone may cost considerably more you gullible numpties.

I park in Aldis. The Camera counts me in and takes a picture of my number plate. I have 1.5 hours before I get a £70 fine. I head directly to the Cathedral. Bangor is teeming with students. They are like ants on the anthill. They are absolutely everywhere, and in the wind, they are all clutching books and files to their bosom. Wikipedia says there are more students in Bangor than there are indigenous population.

Martin is the administrator of the Cathedral. A spiffing chap who is very helpful. “You know where would be good for you to preach Robert. The University. We have the only resident Anglican community on Britain her at Bangor.” Martin rings Rev. Ken and makes the arrangements. I am due to interview Ken and speak in the Chapel at 16:00hrs.
It looks as though I won’t need to find a butchers and a sheep’s head on this occasion. I shall save the Vampire blood in my pocket for another day.

I leave the Administrative office and walk back through the Cathedrals Bible gardens where two Indian chaps are chatting on a bench. As I am taking pictures I get into conversation with them. They are smashing folks, two PHD students over from India. They agree to give me an interview about their Hindu faith.

These two lovely blokes know nothing about Jesus and want to know if anyone can go into a church and would they be welcome there? I says “But of course” and recommend a couple of churches to visit in the area. I tell them the Gospel in two minutes, from the fall through to crucifixion and resurrection on the 3rd day. You know, the Gospel, the blood sacrifice of the Son of God may be controversial nowadays, but it is a very simple story to share. The Everlasting Gospel is extraordinarily simple. Christianity is under attack in this country. Every blinking day. A program the other night says we Christians are being treated like the Nazis treated the Jews. Indeed, adrigin out of Bangor later that day, Radio 4 had a fun chat show (it was pretentious rubbish – bring back ‘I’m sorry I havn’t a clue and Mornington Crescent any day. British silliness beats pretention any day of the week. Comics pretending to be clever are just not funny. Anyhoo I dogress again, some women author says “I’m gonna get in trouble for this but the cult of Yahweh was well into child sacrifice as a fertility right.” Guess what will happen over that offensive lie spread as truth. Nothing. You see the suggestion don’t you? “God is the cosmic child abuser. I mean look at his priests of today, they are all proven kiddie fiddlers!” I mean didn’t we have a recent controversy as Evangelicals over God the cosmic child abuser? I think I may have been out of the country for that one. Come on people wake up! ‘Jews eat babies and Christians abuse kids AND AS FOR THEIR God…He is bloody awful!’ Maybe we are beginning to be treated like the Nazzis treated the Jews?

I rush back to the Aldi car park and move the car. I don’t think I have been more than an hour. Mind you, I have done three interviews including the Cathedral shop Manager.



I in the Multi story 70p for the Parking (I do hope I don’t get at £70 bill. I can’t have been more than an hour in Aldis) and head for the recommended blue Sky Café.

I fall( again) The Merangue and cream seduced me. Like David facing a naked Bathsheba, its wanton crunchiness, its soft and chewy centre, its dark coffee texture and the ozzing cream meant I had to have it. If Urriah was around I would have killed him for this Merangue. “Did I want fresh fruit with it sir”. Bridget wasn’t with me now. Rabbit food, fresh vegetables and fruit would never cross my lips on this tour. Did I want fresh fruit with it? Was this woman mad! Why spoil perfection. I felt a little guilty afterwards. But Nathan never showed up and so I loaded up the blog, sent out the email and left the darkening café. It was going to rain.

Ieat my fill, answer some emails and then its off to find Ken and the Anglican community.
Ken is smashing. He his wife and small child live in community with 28 students. It feels like a safe place. I talk to some students, they seem very safe. Ken gives me an interview and I give him some free copies of SORTED for the guys.


Ken takes me to the chapel and he suggest I speak from Isaiah chapter 5, the song of the Vineyard and he explains why

So I speak a to a select group of press ganged students about Jesus the Vine

I hope the oil spill has been cleared from the Motorway because I am heading back to Oswestry via Chester tonight. The drive is beautiful, skirting the edge of the coastline and passing through many a tunnel throught the hewn out rock. It’s a smooth ride, but I have absilutly no cell phone signal before I get back into England and Shropshire. What is all that about. Maybe 02 don’t have a Welsh speaking section and they are banned!

I spot a Maccy D’s and pull over to use their Wi Fi. I have coffee and a chicken wrap. The only power socket is adjacent to the kids section. There are no kids in the section. I sit on a mushroom and logon.

My buddy from Boston is on Skype and we chat for a good while. My escapades have encouraged him to be even bolder in sharing the everlasting Gospel and he has done so over the weekend with a Muslim friend. Excellent. My buddy in Boston is brilliant. He has been a faithful friend to me and has read me my horrorscope and more than one occasion!

Before I leave I spot an email which says a church in London has made a Donation of £500. Praise God. I hope they haven’t made a mistake with a ‘0’. This will pay for the fuel and the ferry to Ireland. I must get Bridget to make that booking. Man, this is such an encouragement. I can stop being a ‘signs and wonders’ Pastor for a couple of days, even so, we are 1/3 into the journey and already a few thousand short. even so, this is most excellent news.

It’s back in the car and I make my way to Jess’s parents in England, in Oswestry. Jess used to work with me at a former church and is now a postwoman. She gets up very early each day. We trained her for this by having early morning prayers at 6:30 each morning. She is lovely and her parents have Wi Fi.

I am not hungry when I arrive at Jess’s parents house, but the smell of chicken Curry fills the air. Would I like some? Well, I don’t want to offend, so I do. Honest, I put my belly through hell for Jesus. It was absolutely delicious.

I put my videos on their desktop and set up YouTube to upload them through the night. When I find a connection somewhere in Chester tomorrow, I should be able to insert the video links real easy.

Finally at 8:30pm, we go and visit the Pastor and his wife of the local Evangelical church in Oswestry and talk about his vision and passion. I give him some SORTED magazines for his men’s group.

I am back in the flat at about 10:15, put the electric blanket on, brush my teeth, plug my gadgets in to recharge, call Bridget ( I do not mention me eating habits – I don’t want her worrying about me you see ) and say goodnight and then fall into the snugly warmness. I cuddle up to my belly and am gone in seconds. He giveth His beloved sleep, and a full English, Merrangue, Maccy D’s and a Curry…. Wonderful. I wonder what I will eat tomorrow? ZZzzzzzz.

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