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 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 6th (city of a thousand planets)

Several activities managed to coalesce into one, coherent whole today, beginning with the delightful task of cleaning the Playtime Centre at church. This then allowed me to stay for the start of the service and worship, before ditching everyone for the boring part, and powering back up the hill for lunch with Gethin, Grace and her mum. I enjoy our conversations of tearing all beliefs and established modes of behaviour to shreds.

Then went to Cineworld to watch Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets with Luke. Totally absorbing, and with a surprisingly unconventional storyline. It was also quite stylistically similar to animes, being based on a graphic novel. I was planning on watching another film afterwards, but it wasn’t screening anymore, which threw my trajectory off course. I was probably better off with a break anyway.

Submitted to the overruling desire for sugar, and bought some cookies on the way back home. Was reflecting afterwards how my fixation on perfection alters how I view criticism, because it makes me feel I could have done better, even when the problem is abstractly, or not even, related to my performance.

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.