St Helen's
Church
St Helen's is not a
building. It's a community of people united by their saviour, the Lord Jesus. To
them I owe so much, for from them each I received so much. There are so many
good friends whose photos are not here, but that's only because they were
slacking off somewhere instead of being in church on the last Sunday I was
there.
Louisa looks far too
happy about the fact that I'm leaving.
Dr Zigmund receives
his last massage.
Chi-Ling and Sharn,
from my Bible study group.
2 Peter
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Claire and Bex
(gregarious as ever).
Matt (St Helen's most
renown kisser), Erica (it's best dancer), Ailsa and Naomi (it's best surf
chicks).
Will, James and Terry
(whose football skills are responsible for remodelling the St Peter's
unicorn into a horse)
Michael, Greg, James
and David (Dog) Dargue.
Dan, Anna (not happy
here), Ziggy, Anna and Andy.
St Helen's erected a
plaque to make sure that no one would forget me.
The place that changed
my life forever.
... and the people. The
Whites, my surrogate family.
God kindly arranged for
the Swiss Re building to be erected just
behind St Helen's to make it easier
for people to find the church.
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