August 19th (flashbacks of glory)

Flashbacks to last night’s fundraiser, and the fateful quiz. It’s becoming quite the pattern for the teams I’m on to salvage victory by dominating the music round. Although I took a back seat this time, I’m still proud of getting our only answer with artist, song name and year all correct.

It was lovely working with the William’s trio at The Cabin. Also the first time I’ve made a maple mustard mushroom waffle without having an existential crisis, so a day full of positives. Couldn’t escape the allure of the kitchen even at home, tying myself to the stove even in my free time. Continued feeding my obsession of Japanese traditional music. 

Just as I sat down to drink some tea, had a great glory moment. In the activity of always trying to prepare a place for Holyspirit, I always miss the moment. But overcame this problem by refraining from stuffing my face with ginger nuts for a few seconds.

August 14th (bladder exploitation)

Was cleaning this morning, and took advantage of the latest technique in workplace efficiency. I arrived at the house desperate for the loo, but instead of submitting to this desire, I used it to fuel greater productivity as I dealt with the kitchen mess. The method was a roaring success. Also managed to listen to classical music for the first time in a while. Blown away by the amount of counter-melodies Bach can handle at once. 

Continued the gradual stockpile for David’s Tent next week. I’d already acquired some granola but was wondering, how can I make it filling, when any yoghurt will go off without refrigeration. Semi-skimmed lactose free milk became the answer to the question I didn’t know I was asking.

As the series of evening soaking sessions continues, I’ve found it easier to see Jesus when I approach him outside of any context. If I’m always trying to find an explanation for the world around me, I miss the glory cloud aspect to his character.

August 12th (knowledge and experience)

I was feeling really impatient while doing Chi Kung this morning; at first I was really into it, then I wanted it to end. I started thinking of how the time spent doing it was extremely short in terms of the duration of my entire life, which helped. When I was walking to work, I suddenly had a massive appreciation of being alive. Spontaneous sprinting ensued, which also resulted in better punctuality.

After a day of constant verbal abuse in the kitchen, the Eastern theme continued with some wind-down Pilates. Then had an unexpectedly eventful worship session after tea.

I’m so used to the fact that Jesus is in everything, that I often forget there are times his presence is thick, in a way that defines a moment beyond the ordinary. Paul says in Philippians, “I want to know Christ and experience the mighty power that raised him from the dead.” Traditionally I have a more experience-based approach. But after an encounter comes the ordinary, out of which is born knowledge of his goodness, which tends to be even more profound.

June 29th (caffeine vs glory)

The unbeatable combination of caffeine and glory meant today ranked as “mildly ok” instead of “unnervingly below average”. Although not always consumed in equal proportions, it’s often difficult to discern where one ends and the other begins. First in line was Twinings, in an attempt to make myself feel distinguished.

After a morning routine which took three hours for no plausible reason, I headed down to Hillsborough, first to cash in some money at the Post Office, to bring about accounting bliss. I often accumulate disturbingly large wads of cash, misrepresentative of my financial situation, as a result of overseeing our house finances, and maybe a few drug deals here and there. After that, I did some cleaning.

Then headed off to Ecclesall Road. After a wardrobe malfunction, involving a gilet, a cotton hood and stuffy wetness, I called an emergency pit stop at home, where umbrella and water bottle were acquired, bringing inner and outer hydration into balance. Saw Gethin in Couch, which involved revelations about yin yang; the need for a balance of the abstract and tangible, illusion and reality. This was followed by some inner reflection, the only definite result being my recognition that I have no idea how to navigate my internal world. Help me, Christopher Columbus.

A day in the life – May 17th (permission to feel pain)

Felt incredibly drained, even as the day got started. I think the tiredness from Sicily has been catching up with me over the past few days; maybe social interaction is the trigger. Also, a lot of problems with the work we’re doing with vulnerable people at church were hilighted. I could see the long-term solutions, but they all seemed so far off it was demoralising. 

Trips to Costa on Wednesday afternoons are very much tradition, only because I’m absolutely desperate for reflection at this point in the week, as I never fully realise I need complete space sometimes. I was reading Galatians 3, which says that God made promises of blessings to Christ, i.e. himself. So I get to be part of this in Christ, with the entire promise being dependant on him, and not me. Woo!
I felt God saying, “You have permission to feel pain.” Everyone seems to have the attitude that a permanent state of ecstatic, positive emotion should be the goal in life, and any negative feeling needs to be quickly dealt with, so it doesn’t diminish our experience. The truth is, it’s impossible to wholly, fully live without both sides of the spectrum. If you’re seeking a high, all you’ll get is an illusion that will fade into a seemingly miserable reality. Romans 8:17 says, “We are children of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.” True joy is impossible to attain without true sorrow. In fact, to become a follower of Jesus is to become one with his deep pain. Surprise!

A day in the life – April 21st (outdoors)

I got to spend almost my whole day outside, doing gardening for the Birchenall’s to help pay for our Sicily trip. I’m really thankful to God that he gave me a way to earn the money that I agree with, by doing something that actually helps someone. There were some lovely scones and ginger cakes on offer; they went straight down.

I gave in to the temptation of soaring Native Indian music again while eating tea. That eagle needs to soar. Then had an hour and a half glory bath to relax. I hope I do t end up causing myself permanent heat damage by trying to scald myself into a divine encounter. Just reviewing some verses that stood out from Song of Songs when thinking about true intimacy. “The sheen of your hair radiates royalty; the king is held captive by its tresses.” Whereas a king is normally the one taking prisoners, here is Jesus being disarmed by the beauty he sees within us. Captivation.