Chapter 5
The Home Groups beckon.
After moving back to London from Cornwall the area we moved to seemed as if it was teeming with Christians really there were only about three or four families but it seemed as if there were a whole lot more. My youngest had only just been born so there was a mother and toddler group and a school just up the road and so we all became friends.
But it felt as if there were Christians crawling out of the woodwork it got to the point where I’d check under the bed before I got in and I’d tense up when opening the wardrobe just in case someone leapt out with a Bible in their hand saying “Have you been saved?”
Now it wasn’t quite like that. Any pressure was in my head but they did all tend to speak Christianeese they had these strange ideas like God was a real person and that Jesus was still around duh! He died two thousand odd years ago. I remembered from my RE days at school and Sunday School they nailed him to a cross.
About this time we were invited to what they called a ‘Home Group’ my instinct said “No don’t go” but the offer of free wine and food won me over.
As I said these born again (whatever that meant) Christians weren’t threatening so I went with my wife willingly. (a lamb to the slaughter 
)
I was unemployed for a short period and helped one of the husbands who was a kitchen fitter so I was never far away from this Christian-speak.
Although these people were out of touch with the real world they were OK and sort of……. Well nice.
Anyway I started going to these Home Groups…………………..To be continued
Very interesting journey...