Not quite sure where to start this evening, to be honest; my mind is a whirlwind of images and words and thoughts and ideas and sounds. The lack of sleep hasn’t helped either … and tonight the clocks go back one hour, so while my PC clock says 00:37, the clock on my desk says 11:37.
Following what should have been a long lie (getting up at 10:00) but was after only 5.5 hours sleep, I was back at my desk working on my sermon for tomorrow (this?) morning. I’m to preach about to what kind of church I would like to belong, as part of a sermon series. I ended up saving it to my Psion and taking it to Cellardyke this afternoon. Which was the next thing we did. Jane drove, I typed.
At one point I had too many ideas spinning around my head. Too many loose ends, too many possibilities. So I put down my pen, and the papers I’d brought to read through, sample chapters of Alban Institute books and notes from college days, and I listened to Jane. What kind of church would she like to belong to? I learned a lot; I should do that more often.
We tidied the house for friends Andrew and Lindsay Howie, and their baby, Peter, arriving at 16:30. We were only able to stay for a short while, but it was refreshing to get away, to see good friends, taste the sea air again, and hear it crashing on the rocks and into the harbour walls.
Back into the car… back through a very dark Fife … back across the Forth Road Bridge (they’re decorating the Forth (rail) Bridge just now with lights for Christmas. Back to my PC to write more of the presentation. Eddie came over later and we worked on the musical soundtrack for tomorrow evening’s Sunday at Seven meeting, “Where is God in modern music?”
I have more to work on that before I retire to bed. Then up again early to finish writing my sermon.