Boats on the Thames and Exclusive Claims (this title doesn't actually rhyme)

We enjoyed a view of the River Thames on our country walk and stopped to watch swans swim lazily in the village of Wolvecote (a point of natural beauty "cared for by the Wolvecote commoners since time immemorial" according to the sign posted nearby--a long way of saying they can't quite remember when). The river, by the way, is pronounced as though it belongs to Tim, leaving my title completely empty of rhyme, much to my disappointment once I read it out loud.

Boating is a big deal here in Oxford, and though we moved here a bit late in the season to try punting, we are excited to "put our ores in" eventually.

We are enjoying making relationships with other families from a variety of different backgrounds (making Kashmerian curry at midnight with some new acquaintances for instance!).

We are also taking part in lots of conversations that could be described as singing the praises of pluralism. What a delicate dance it can be to talk about the exclusive claims of Christ with friends who cannot say enough about the beauty of INexclusitivity and tolerance.

Obviously, our faith is more than a system of thought and action, but actually a personal relationship as well. How do you talk about this with your friends without only dwelling on "warm fuzzy feelings?" (This is not a rhetorical question ... I'd love to hear your ideas and perspectives!)

Liam is amazing alert: He just rolled over twice the other day! We're reading a million books together these days (along with Nick, who's ALSO reading a million books these days--a bit stouter reading than Liam I have to say!).
Fun British fact:
People drive on the left side of the road in the UK, but I can't really tell that they WALK on the left side of the sidewalk*. You just have to do a little dance to make sure you don't rub noses with anyone by accident. I often plan my angle several meters in advance so I can give a good indication of which route I'm taking the Chariot in since people tend to get a little intimidated when I'm charging toward them with it ... I've been tempted to play chicken a couple times just to see what would happen.
*Vocabulary:
The word pavement= the sidewalk here in Oxford, not the road. So your children can play on the pavement, but can't run in the street.