Women’s conferences are from Mars

There are a number of things I fear in ministry which will never take
place. One is the usual preachers dream of standing up the front
preaching when you realise you haven’t got any trousers on. The other is
Jeremy Walker bringing out his own album ‘Now that’s what I call the
Psalms’, but the one that’s been preying on my mind more prevalently in
the last few days is if I’m ever asked to speak at a women’s convention.
I’m not against the guys that do it but there’s something in my working
class, comprehensive school, barely educated background that would
probably mean I need to resign if asked.  I read Lauryn Chandler’s
report of why she missed the TGC conference and lessons learnt from it
and thought I’d landed on another planet. It  left me speechless but
that’s possibly a cultural difference.

There was a photo booth at the conference as well and again
that is not wrong, it’s just different. I’m longing to ask if there were
cardboard cut outs of the speakers but at this point I must stop.
Women’s conferences are from another world. In conclusion I have no
doubt Carl is uniquely gifted to speak at a women’s conference possibly
accompanied in song by Jeremy and his extensive back catalogue.