I’m fighting the temptation to rename it the ‘Etack’ following last weekend’s doings. Not terribly clever. Happily, Mr M was unaffected and came in 6th. YOu should be able to see him rolling up to the finish here.
My epic journey through the Old Testament continues at the pace of the world’s slowest and most arthritic snail. In comparison, Mahler’s Tempo Markings courtesy of Heart, Mind, Soul, and Strength and Bonnie, whisper to me of ever dizzying heights of wanton fun, fizz and frivolity!
I also appear to have contracted a case of severely extended HTMLinkitis. Still, you can’t have it all.
Let’s see what hits I get with that then. Of course, those those of you who hang around Ship of Fools will know that the post title is also the name of a long-running thread where folk debrief on their time in church week by week, with particular reference to perceived presence of the Almighty; whether this be by bells ‘n smells, chandelier swinging, still small voices and any number of variations inbetween.
Though when I last checked, it hadn’t been added to for a while. Maybe people are worn out after the all the Holy Week and Easter goings-ons. I haven’t contributed myself. Not because I’ve not felt the odd, (in my case, very odd!) tremor, but through sheer laziness. (So, what’s new). Though let it be put on record that last weekend’s ‘Seabirding,’ was way up there on the spiritual Richter scale. In a suitable restrained Miffyesque way, of course.
This morning in church we experienced the smells minus the bells at the dismissal when the lights suddenly went out. Apparently a soft toy had been thrown skywards by its owner, only to land on an uplighter, which began to smoke. In true Brit The Show Must Go On fashion we went into the last song. As all the children processed out waving their flags , followed – at a leisurely pace – by the rest of the congregation, the smell grew ever stronger. I gather that the offending object was later rescued with the aid of a ladder and A Suitably Tall Person. Though to lodge it that high the child concerned must surely have a future with the Harlem Gobetrotters! Pretty impressive shot.
Still, all’s well that ends well. The toy was ever so slightly singed. Let’s just hope it wasn’t a lamb, as given that that the Gospel reading for today was John 10, the poor owner could end up thoroughly spiritually and theologically confused in later life. Or turn vegetarian.