I don’t know how much I’ll be able to blog after today. As we’re venturing into Deepest Inbred Devon we may never be heard from again. I just hope that they have TV reception and access to the internet somewhere within 15 hours driving distance.
I will be spending tonight praying for victory tomorrow over the barbarian hordes from Lancashire. Subconciously, I think that I’ve decided to go on holiday tomorrow so that I won’t lose the wheels from my car over the weekend.* The one problem with non rugby related sporting events in Cardiff, is that almost all supporters have to drive through Oldrum to get there. Our roads become gridlocked, our hotels filled and our sheep extra nervous.
Last night was our annual meeting for reports at chapel. It coincided with a visit from the Powers of Financial Assistance for their annual attack on our performance. Thankfully it went well. No one tried to kill, mutilate or murder anyone else.
However some members were a little taken aback at the words of the main visitor who pointed out that it is the duty of all members to work to the furtherance of God’s kingdom. One said to me afterwards that they felt depressed after the things we were told.
I thought that it brought home the fact that we are all, without exception, called to do God’s work. We all have something that we can contribute, even just talking to someone or making tea.
I would hope that it would serve as a wake-up call but doubt it very much.
* For those readers unfamiliar with UK regional prejudices, people from Liverpool are perported to be thieves, vagabonds and, in their own vernacular, “scallies”.