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 13th (meaty glory)

Led worship this morning at King’s Centre, running close to the wire with getting the amplification setup five seconds before starting. Then it was time for the one hour trek to Philly to say goodbye to Grace and Ben, an ceremony so serious I even wore a shirt. On the way to the BBQ afterwards, I was preoccupied by the question, what is the adjective that refers to a cloth bag’s ability to be thrown into a car boot without worrying about any damage? It isn’t malleable or durable, and definitely not volatile.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so in love with meat. Coupled with a strangely ceremonial cleansing of the feet in the garden pool, and undisputed domination at mini croquet, it was a gathering to remember. Realigned my chakras when I got home, listening to Joanne by Lady Gaga, after which I fell into a listless stupor. Then Mum arrived, and we had general life chats. I refuse to tolerate any obstacle to my morning routine. so had to go on a perilous, late night expedition to Sainsbury’s to fetch porridge, where there was an unexpected reunion with a certain, blonde-haired man.

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.

August 8th (drifting)

I realised after watching a video on YouTube, that I’ve been doing one of the Chi Kung positions wrong. Now by the end, my body isn’t in total rebellion against my will. Excited for my chi networks to become more flowing.

I went down to church to have some random chats and print off some things, which should only have taken a few hours. But then the promise of free Nando’s chicken at lunch caused me huge delays, thus compounding the impossibility of me ever leaving that building on time. Then went to town to get some exciting purchases, including my next wave of female vocalists, and socks. Had a meeting with careers at uni, only to find out my understanding of geography hadn’t improved much since GCSE, and I was a mile away from the correct room, a minor problem overcome by the telephone.

Decided to have a coffee, as another questionable investment wouldn’t go amiss. Thinking about how I don’t want achieve success, such as earning loads of money, but self-realisation. Jesus asked me to read Psalm 37:

Commit everything you do to the LORD

Trust him, and he will help you.

Be still in the presence of the LORD,

and wait patiently for him to act

August 5th (disappearing buffalo)

Spent the day working, where the legendary Native Indian album was requested to be played, only then to be ruthlessly slandered. I ended up questioning whether the guys I bought it off in town were real or just a hallucination. I’ve not seen them since, so maybe they transformed into an eagle and a buffalo, and ran off after our fateful meeting. There were several moments where I had to be patient and look at Jesus.

Yet again indulged in my month-long obsession with stir frys. After a while staring at the ceiling wondering why God decided to ruthlessly kill people for looking at the Ark of the Covenant in the old days, I decided it was time to go deep in worship. Still trying to find the place where deep calls out to deep that David mentions in Psalm 42, but I think if you sing really, really loudly like a child, you must be getting somewhere.

August 4th (Glory with a capital G)

The only real, measurable outcome of today was the successful exploitation of the weather to deal with a huge quantity of washing. Despite a visit to the Den of Productivity, very little progress was made in other quarters. There was also the early-morning mystery of how a full pack of butter got consumed in three days. 

I was dreaming of being outside all day, so went out to Bole Hills in the afternoon, but felt exhausted when I got back because of the wind. Ended up lying on my bed listening to Matt Redman. There was a moment where I felt my pursuit of Jesus switch from passive to active. Not like an increase in hunger, more like an awakening or deeper enlightenment of what I actually want.

Reading through 1 Samuel at the moment, as a warmup to David’s life. Reminded of the Glory aspect of God, as opposed to the romantic, relational side we so often focus upon. Watched a few episodes of Fairy Tail. I’ve got over the hill with the current story arc, with some epic moments, but questioning how valid it is to always watch some kind of entertainment almost every day.

July 29th (dancing in the dark)

Walked through Botanical Gardens in the morning on Matt’s big send off to Pride. Then it was time to get ready for Jen and Evie’s wedding. I’d been looking forward to it so much, mainly because it was all in the afternoon, and didn’t sprawl over the whole day. Also, I wasn’t playing any music, which made it seem like even more time.

I really loved every part of it; I’ve never tasted such chicken. But after finishing eating, and having pudding and a cup of tea, the galaxy of food in my stomach had consolidated into one mass, with the realisation I’d over eaten.

Also, the first dance was the best I’ve ever seen, but I had the inkling that it would be beyond the ordinary. I didn’t join in any dancing later, but I was surprisingly blessed by Jesus’ presence for the next few hours as I stood and listened to the music. I don’t mind dancing on my own before Holyspirit, but in that context, where everyone forms circles, it feels like a performance, and I’m too much of a perfectionist to join in. Maybe I should transform the front room into a dance floor to practice.