I was going on about this blog to one of the ducklings, trying to explain about how the Christian faith still holds water when it just seems like it’s held together with sticky-tape and string. Somehow we got onto Psalm 23, probably we were talking about the “Beauty from ashes” post. Anyways, we got to talking about the bit where God says He will prepare a banquet for us in the middle of an enemy camp. It sounds good when you read it in the bible, but then we had one of those, “wait .. what ??” moments.
This blog entry is more or less likely to become nothing more than a protracted and banal, “Yikes!”-type social media update. The long and short of it is that having given my little finger to helping out at church, I seem now to be missing a whole arm. Continue reading “Wayyy out of my comfort zone”