Another week, another church to preach at. This time was in Woking, on the outskirts of London. This was the biggest church I’ve preached at in the UK, although it’s still a bit modest by American church standards. I think the attendance that day was 125 or so. It was also the most American-style church we’ve been to so far. Afterwards, we hit the local pub, The Sovereigns.

That following Saturday, we went on a tour of London churches, visiting the two most famous: Westminster Abbey and St. Paul’s Cathedral. Westminster is…interesting. It honestly doesn’t feel like a church so much as a museum. You wind through it in a set path and it very much feels like a big room that’s been partitioned rather than one large church. Not to say that it’s not beautiful, but it wasn’t as grand or majestic as I’d anticipated.

Kyla and I have been to St. Paul’s before, but this was the first time for the girls. For Kyla and I, it was still just as gorgeous the second time around. One “new” thing that the girls and I did was climb all the way up to the Golden Gallery. The Golden Gallery is at the very top of the dome: 280 feet from the ground, 528 steps to climb to get up there.

Needless, to say, the view of London is stunning:

Lizzy and I were….well, nervous, to be that far up with only a waist-high railing. Molly, on the other hand, was loving it. She was dancing and spinning nearly 300 feet above the ground without any fear. I wish I were as brave.