we stand for nor to appear as just a freak movement. We believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God (he proved it by rising from the dead) who is alive today, and that he can be known as a personal friend. It is this relationship which is important; not trying to follow his ethics, or going through the proper motions of worship, or simply living "nice" and moral lives, but experiencing the change Jesus makes in people's lives, as shown most dramatically by the early Christians. The CU was started by sixth-formers from St. Peter's and Queen Anne's and is run on informal lines. Meetings theoretically alternate between the two schools and are organised by a committee of the older members. In addition to these joint meetings we also hold weekly Bible studies on a Thursday lunchtime and we have appreciated the cooperation of the staff in organising these. So what is the C.U. and what does it do? It is run by committed Christians and we make no attempt to hide that, but anyone who is interested, however vaguely, comes to meetings. The C.U. is united in as much as those who know Jesus as a person have a great deal in common. And this special kind of friendship is expressed by gathering together to sing (usually modern songs to guitar accompaniment), by meeting for discussions or to see films, though more often to listen to a speaker for twenty minutes on a topic of general interest such as "Science and Creation". Meetings are seldom serious occasions in any case but have included humorous interludes such as a balloon debate. In order to get to know each other better we also meet outside school for social evenings, sport or to go to the theatre. If there is any real sense of unity it is because of the mutual friend many of us share, or as one American Underground Newspaper put it: "Rumour has it that a brother died for sins, came hack to life three days later and is coming again. Guess who?" I.J.A.
THE THRESHOLD .. My Temporal Lady
Too long, my temporal lady, did I Measure my life by you, Gaze at your hour-glass figure And watch my love flow through. For, like so many others, My hands have traversed your face Only to come to rest upon The irony of your waist. Now, with so much more time to make, I follow more reliable paces And the circles in which my hands move Avoid all double faces. And what will I remember Of your everlasting teens— The ticking and the tocking Or just the tucking in between? B. M. Kay, M VI. 36
