I’ve not blogged for a while.
This is not due to lack of inspiration.
It’s more a combination of inspiration / thought overload accompanied with a packed diary and being dragged around London for the day by my daughter.
The week seems to have been crammed with busyness but I have a sneaking suspicion that it is more to do with my faltering energy levels and the failure to pack everything in at the rate that I have been used to.
Currently I have a few challenges! I am struggling with an essay concerning the Christian theology and relationship to other religions. I am struggling with the balance of inclusiveness alongside the integrity of my belief in the finality of Jesus Christ (i.e John 14:16: I am the way, the truth and the life ….)I’m finding this assignment the hardest I’ve done and the mental energy seems to be quite exhausting.
Another ‘challenge is getting my head around ordination and the need to get my act together and order some fancy ‘vicary’ type gear. Sarah says I can’t but the PVC cassock from eBay (I’m sorry if I have just offended you all) and really should buy a real one. (The eBay one is certainly a lot cheaper … but probably less comfortable!) Again … this seems to be taking mental energy for some strange reason … mainly because I’ve never spent hundreds of pounds on clothes … and I will be on a dress!
Next week I am leading part of a retreat – so yet another challenge is spending quality time preparing stuff for the people coming. I think the retreat will be good – but I do still have a few things to do.
There have been great times in the busyness. I managed to catch up with good friend Sheena for lunch. It always saddens me that we never have the time for meeting with friends regularly that mean so much to us.
Yesterday was a highlight in that I spent the day with Beth as her school had a staff training day. We started at the Tate Modern where Beth enjoyed parts of the Duchamp, Manray and Picabia exhibition. We both particularly appreciated Duchamp’s Fountain.
Following a coffee in the members room, we had a pizza lunch and visited Hamleys before ending the day in Carnaby Street and The Sacred Cafe. As we sat and chatted I was amazed by the way in which my daughter cold comfortable move from great maturity in the Tate and Sacred Cafe while still maintaining childlike love of places like Hamleys. I’m a very lucky dad!
After that day I may have been lucky … but I was conscious of how tired I was too! It’s much easier working than wandering around London with your daughter!
Today it was back to normal … queues on the M25 as I traveled to Wycombe to meet up with Paul – a top guy with great vision and always a pleasure to drink giant coffees with in Costa (no one else really matches the size of their giant coffee!)
Anyway … the day is nearly over … I’m soon to go to sleep so that tomorrow I can remember again that I must not forget to live!