Day 279-281 Open Doors versus Closed Eyes

Thursday morning as I was picking up a pack of bread sticks for the crèche, in the church crypt I met this bubbly American woman called Maria. Within 5 minutes I found myself asking her in a very proper English manner if she had any dinner invitations yet. She said no and I asked her if she wanted to dine with us that evening. Later on I found myself going to St. Paul’s Cathedral with her to the John Wesley Commemoration Service. Little did I know that it was a 4 hour long program with stops at the Museum of London, at Susanna Wesley’s grave and at the Wesley’s Chapel. It was a great evening, dancing and singing around with the SUWMA-UK Ghanaian society. The preachers were in good humour and I almost forgot about the time, when the sun started to go down and it was time to go home and cook. I remember how long it took me to get invited for dinner to an English home when I got here. I think hospitality is not too much an effort to make someone feel at home away from their family. In my opinion, anyway. I had a very long day at work on Friday. By the time I got home I was totally exhausted. But I rested a great deal this afternoon watching the whole first series one of Cranford. I had some doors opened for Glocal Trinnovation and I really don’t know why I cannot make myself to walk through them. It doesn’t make sense that I am not taking action. I am going home soon. I should really embrace every single opportunity.