A Fruitful Sunday

Julie our Reader was preaching on Following Jesus, and the last verses of two hymns, both from Iona, spoke to me:

“Let me turn and follow you, and never be the same”

and

When God Almighty comes again / he’ll meet us incognito as then. / And though no word (I forget the rest of that line, will have to look it up later)…. /he’ll whisper, “Are you following me?”

Then after lunch I logged on to the Diocese in Europe Enquirers’ weekend. Only about a dozen of them this year, but they are a good group and I’d enjoy having conversations with them. They had interesting perspectives on the two livestream services which they had followed that morning.

Later, I read through 23 documents William had sent me for the four candidates we shall be interviewing on Friday. That took me until 8 pm by which time he had sent another batch! But those could wait for tomorrow.

Supper was finishing up chili con carne, aubergine and pepper followed by yoghurt, as I shall empty the fridge tomorrow.

I checked the books I had downloaded to my Kindle for holiday reading. After acouple of pages of Ben Okri, The Famished Road, I balked at the thought of another 520, and substituted How I Found Livingstone.

Monday morning was also productive, not only downloading the remaining papers for Friday, but finding out why my washing machine wasn’t working, fixing it, and writing up and emailing last week’s meeting of London Loop and Capital Ring volunteers. Just in time for a quick lunch of the remaining bread and pate, and off to Paddington to catch the train to the Cotswolds which arrived just as the sun was setting.