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 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 11th (mystical trees)

Most of today was spent experiencing a cultural revival, by which I mean a renaissance of all my pop music idols, idols being a positive term in this context, as all their music helps me chat with the Lord Almighty. Hello Lady Gaga, Macklemore and Justin Bieber. Offensive language needn’t get in the way of a spiritual rinsing.

On the way to Ben and Grace’s leaving party, I walked through the cemetery. I only found out about this place when I moved away from that area, but it’s really atmospheric. This evening, the combination of trees and misty rain sent me on a nature energy bender. I often think it’s beneficial to get slightly lost. Many hijinks ensued at the house, including deceptively strong punch, and erotic mirrors.

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 7th (artpop)

Sometimes when I listen to one of my favourite albums, I feel a sense of closure that means it’s finally fallen out of my current, most-played albums. Not that I don’t like the songs any more, but the message they carry is no longer relevant to me. This happened the last time I listened to A Head Full of Dreams by Coldplay, and since then, I’ve been categorically listening to my other ones, in a bid to find out which themes of my life I need to hang on to, and which to leave behind. I listened to Artpop by Lady Gaga while cleaning, which is still a firm favourite. Obviously sexual offensiveness still needs to be high on the agenda.

After lunch, I helped Jayne with some DIY, although hindered is probably more the correct term. I spent the next few hours trying and failing to pinpoint where my frustrations lie. In the end, it was solely the lack of perfection that irritated me. But we have freedom to fail in this universe of forgiveness.