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A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 498

  • Reality Check

    Thanks to Simon Woodman for leading me to this article citing Rowan Williams talking good sense... alas I'm not convinced Lord Carey emerges so well.

    Being teased, made fun of or ridiculed suggests that Christianity has - or maybe Christians, especially the stereotypical ones have - some degree of interest to other people.  I think that has to be preferrable to being ignored as irrelevent, doesn't it?  In any case, persecution it is not.

    The wearing of crosses - which seems to lie at the heart of so many claims of discrimination or persecution - really annoys me, there is no obligation or recommendation for Christians to wear crosses, fishes, doves, WWJD, PUSH, clerical collars, flowing robes or anything else whatsoever.

    Sometimes you might be forgiven that Jesus said: "if anyone would follow me let them go to their local jeweller, deny themself the price of a few large lattes and purchase an elegant silver cross which they will then wear visibly at every possibly opportunity" which was probably right after he said, "sinner, pray this little prayer with me and I'll give you a ticket for the glory train..."

    Alternative scripture plagiarised from Veronica Zundel via Simon Woodman.

  • Away Weekend - Again

    Tomorrow I head south again (I am getting to know Virgin's routes to/from Glasgow rather well!) to spend the weekend with a Baptist Church in London's theatre-land.  It will be interesting and informative, of that I am sure.

    A bit short of things to post this week - nice domesticity, friends round for tea, catching up on jobs and the usual little things that fill up time.

    After this weekend I need to do some concentrated writing up of my sabbatical reflections and begin to start the gentle stroll towards the reurn to normality come October.

    No cupcake baking this time - but I will nip to the shops to pick up a few Scottish delicacies to take to my hosts...

  • Half Way!

    Half way through my sabbatical and I decided I must be pretty chilled...

    I have not thought about church (as in the one I belong to, not generic church) for at least a week - that was a shock to realise, but kind of a good one.

    I regularly don't know what day it is until I look at my diary, switch on the radio/TV or check something online.

    Every now and then I bump into someone from church (as I did today) and they very studiously don't mention it - which is brilliant.

    Couple of days resting before the next (and final) major church visit - how blessed am I?

     

    Thank you God

    That though you will never forget me or us or anyone

    You give to us the gift of forgetting

    Of freedom from thinking about stuff of places or people

    In order that we might rest and relax

    Help me - please - to savour the moment

    To enjoy the space and renew my energy

    For when you lead me back to the place of doing...

  • What Really Matters?

    A very enjoyable few days 'down south' catching up with family... amazing how the lure of cupcakes brings people together!  Lots of things that made me pause and consider what actually mattered, or was important, or whatever.

    I stayed a Travelodge I've used periodically since it opened three years ago.  The staff there are friendly, but I have never has a visit where something didn't go awry.  This time, in the course of two days I actually complained twice... and I never complain because, well it's just niggles, afterall.  Hopefully they can rectify these things before my next visit (yes, I will return, it is incredibly convenient for rail and rellies).

    Anyone who has travelled with me knows I check tickets with a level of paranoia that is second to none.  Except today I didn't.  For the first time ever.  And I had lost my ticket.  For the first time ever.  So a very expensive trip by the time I'd bought a replacement ticket.  In future I will return to over-checking... it clearly pays off.  I did not find the ticket when I got home, so I'm kind of relieved about that anyway!!

    At Birmingham a young couple with a toddler were waiting for the train, with an assistance person.  It transpired they were both blind.  The young man got them and the push chair onto the train, then left them to fend for themselves (they had no reserved seats).  Well, I was unimpressed!  I went off in search of seats and managed to find some 'reserved from....' which they could sit in at least to start with.  I found one further along I could use (for some reason even on my original full price advance ticket I had been unable to reserve a seat).  As we neared the next station I went back to try to persuade the person who had one of the seats booked to sit in one further along - and she graciously did.  And the same again a station further along, where someone else gave up his seat to the person who had reserved the other seat... and I walked back to discover mine had been taken by someone half my age who had been ousted from the booked seat they were in.... I wouldn't have minded but for the refusal to make eye-contact!!  So I gathered my bags and moved to the end of the carriage where I stood for the next hour or so.  Eventually we reached their destination and myself and another passenger ensured they got off safely (no assistance person so greet them) - they were incredibly grateful.  Finally I got a seat for the second half of the journey!  Of course, I have my reward in full, because in true hypocrite fashion, I've told you I did it.    But I was struck, quite forcibly, by the fact that it was people of my generation giving up seats and helping others, does no one nowadays teach their children to give up their seat for an older person?  It would appear not!

    So, niggles in a hotel, unplanned expenditure on a journey, people who were helpful and people who were selfish.  But what really mattered?  I'd like to hope that my polite comments were taken seriously, and that minor issues don't develop into major ones.  I'd like to think, too, that a little bit of thoughtfulness was helpful for the young couple and their son.  Above all, I hope that I got my priorities right - in the end a lost ticket just costs money that I am lucky enough to have, an unwashed cup and a delayed breakfast-box delivery are just niggles, but if that's all I have to worry about, then really I am very lucky.

  • Memory Malfunction

    Oh dear, this morning I was meant to meet a friend for coffee... I sat down to check a few emails, got side-tracked and this fact fell out of my mind, and would have remained do had they not contacted me to say they'd missed me.  Oh the guilt!  Oh the shame!  Hopefully a re-schedule will prove possible... but it's back to the drawing board on memory stretching games.

    Off south tomorrow to visit family - so better make sure I remember that!!