How many Christians can you know at the snow?

So, it wasn't exactly the weekend I had originally planned to have. Months ago, a friend from college called and suggested that we spend the weekend hanging out and catching up while skiing. Perfect right? Until Thursday that is, when she called and told me that she was unable to make it because of illness. You can imagine my dilemma having already forked out some cash and being keen to hit the slopes... so, I sucked up some courage and decided to still go and stay with her husband and his friends (ie pretty much not knowing anyone).

After 2 and a bit days I worked out that I had either met once before, or had connections with about 17 people down there (and not just from our group because I ran into more on the mountain). It was bizarre - like the two and a bit degrees of separation that most Christians seem to have. All in all, once I passed through my discomfort barriers, it was a fantastic weekend of hanging out with some really lovely people.

And the snow was good too. Ok, not as great as Whilster in Dec/Jan (I think I've been spoilt), but still good. And I've walked away with no broken bones - just a little whiplash and concussion. But it was worth it.