I have been reading a lot about pastoring lately, as well as a considerable amount of thought about it. I so don't want to screw up. It's such a high calling. I'll be responsible for lives, for hearts, for souls. And I know me - so capable of irresponsibility, of falling flat on my face. And I don't want to do that.
Which, as someone pointed out, is probably the best place to be in.
There but for the grace of God, go I.
For the first time in my politically conscience life, I have experienced the problems in Northern Ireland. And what a horrible way to be introduced to it. And yet, what a shining example of forgiveness and non-retaliation - or at least what it could be. We are barely two days off the last murder, but I get the impression that a few ill-organised terrorists, however seemingly threatening, will not stay the process that has taken so long just to get to where they are. It is sad, no mistake, and we can but pray that the people of both sides of the argument condemn the violence and continue the political attempts for unity.
Someone has stolen my mirror. Why? Clever, but why?