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A Broken Appointment
May. 18th, 2009 10:28 amI wasn't ever going back to church, remember? Only I had to. We (Ailz and I) had arranged to meet someone in church this Sunday and Ailz (worn out from our trip to Stratford) wasn't up to it, so not only did I have to go- but I had to go alone. Once there I hooked up with Peter and Ourdert and dandled Fabrizio and had him throw up all over me.
And the guy I had arranged to meet DIDN'T SHOW UP.
Now that he seems to have fled the scene I can maybe explain a little about the guy who didn't show up. He's a Muslim boy who says/said he wants/wanted to convert to Christianity. It was on his behalf I contacted those evangelical clergymen who freaked me out so- and found myself attending a praise service in Urdu in South Manchester. I was keeping quiet about him because he was putting himself in some danger- and it seemed the less said the better. I don't know what has happened to him- and I can't find out because I don't have any way of contacting him. Maybe he was poorly yesterday, maybe he's been shipped back to Pakistan, maybe he's very sensibly decided that he's better off remaining Muslim.
I got involved because he asked me for help and I had contacts I could use. I only ever saw myself as the middle man, the enabler- which didn't stop others from projecting things onto me. For starters they mistook me for a Christian. This messed with my head not a little and I realised I had to get out as fast as I could.
But first I had promises to keep. I'm not sure if his non-appearance yesterday entirely lets me off the hook, but there's nothing I can do about the situation now except wait and see.
And the guy I had arranged to meet DIDN'T SHOW UP.
Now that he seems to have fled the scene I can maybe explain a little about the guy who didn't show up. He's a Muslim boy who says/said he wants/wanted to convert to Christianity. It was on his behalf I contacted those evangelical clergymen who freaked me out so- and found myself attending a praise service in Urdu in South Manchester. I was keeping quiet about him because he was putting himself in some danger- and it seemed the less said the better. I don't know what has happened to him- and I can't find out because I don't have any way of contacting him. Maybe he was poorly yesterday, maybe he's been shipped back to Pakistan, maybe he's very sensibly decided that he's better off remaining Muslim.
I got involved because he asked me for help and I had contacts I could use. I only ever saw myself as the middle man, the enabler- which didn't stop others from projecting things onto me. For starters they mistook me for a Christian. This messed with my head not a little and I realised I had to get out as fast as I could.
But first I had promises to keep. I'm not sure if his non-appearance yesterday entirely lets me off the hook, but there's nothing I can do about the situation now except wait and see.
