This morning I took a little time to glance over the most recent BMS magazines, and found myself laughing out loud at a short article in the Summer 2016 issue of Engage, which focussed on language faux pas by mission personnel. Should you be in need of a few laughs yourself, have five minutes to spare, or are simply curious, go here and click through to page 16. Happy reading!
Today I decided to have another go at decluttering - it's a long old process but each time I do make some progress.
In the course of sifting through a box of papers, most of which went into the bin, I stumbled across various cards made for me by children when I left Manchester and when I arrived in Glasgow. It was lovely to be reminded of those special moments, and makes me glad of my hoarder tendencies. I read some old thank you cards - one referring to something I had done which evidently was a real help to the person who wrote it, and of which I have zero recollection. That was nice too.
Definitely being blessed all over again (as well as a few 'yikes' moments when I realise how many years have elapsed).
I did eject six sacks of rubbish and fill a huge bag of recycling, as well as identifying loads more stuff that one day will find its way to a charity shop.
Not exactly a relaxing day off, but a good one in many ways.
(The picture in the photo was drawn by Edward who by now will be at least 18!)
Once again we've had a week when it's hard to find the words for intercessory prayer, so I was especially proud of the person leading them this morning who stood up and said words to the effect of, "I tried to write a prayer but the words wouldn't come, so I'm sharing this poem instead."
And the poem fitted the service perfectly, and touched on the key themes exactly, and said what was needful and helpful.
And I hope that the courage of this one person to admit the struggle of creating prayers for public worship will encourage others both to be brave enough to have a go and realise that it is perfectly OK to borrow the words of others.