February 21st

February 21st
I thought inviting you into joy would be as easy as opening a gate or crossing a stile and going for a walk in a field or by a stream. Going back to a place I hadn’t been to for a while (and there’s been a lot of that with covid). Taking time out to go there with you, Jesus and rediscovering a place I loved. Sharing joy with you.

Setting aside the time: that would be the challenge. Prioritising it.

I wasn’t expecting this spring-loaded fire door that I’m trying to keep open. Wasn’t expecting to find that I don’t know how to do this any more.

I was expecting…easy? Not lightweight, because I knew this mattered. But I wasn’t expecting this much depth, Jesus. Today’s pop-up?

Inviting you into “doing something for the joy of doing it” has revealed my deep conviction that I have to Get It Right, otherwise I’ll be rejected.
And I’ve multiplied that by minus one and turned it into “If I’m rejected, then I must have got it wrong” as well.
How do you do this, Jesus? How do you take two seemingly unrelated things and link them so powerfully? Oh, except I forgot: the Christian life is not Newtonian. It’s quantum. And you’re amazingly savvy…

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